My grandmother has actually told me to marry the first time for money, the second time for love. Although coming from the woman who has been married to the same man for  60+ years… I take that advice with a grin. It became a joke anyway since J told me he was “loaded”, although he didn’t specify that he was actually loaded with bullets and not money.

But I’m pretty sure One Is For Luck. Because as my dad says only J can “step in dog shit and pull out gold.”

Only my husband would break a trailer on the drive to vacation (that part is the dog shit), and end up straight trading with the welder who fixed it for a bigger trailer. Only J could trade a broken tool for 4 truck tires, and have the other guy leave with a smile. He’s a-wheeler-and-a-dealer, and gives the saying “I married the luckiest man in the world” a whole new meaning.