Eleven years ago I was a poor, overworked law student One afternoon after taking my final exam in International Law I went to the Rebel Confederate Air Conditioning/Heating Repair and Justice of the Peace in Zachary, La. and married the man of my dreams, one J. Rizzuto. Then I went home to study for another exam. If I had to do it all over again I would in a heartbeat, if for no other reason than to see the look on everyone’s face again.
Fast forward to this morning. I woke up to find Mr. Rizzuto snuggleed up next to me. He pulled me close and whispered in my ear:
“You can’t use the toilet, it’s broken.”
True romance never dies.