A little lady came through my line buying two identical anniversary cards. I asked her if she knew.
"Oh, yes. My husband's eyes aren't as good as they used to be, so I buy a card for me and a card for him.
"I tell people it's all thanks to my hairdresser. I get my hair in a new color every two months, and he has a new wife. ^-^
"...fifty nine years."
"Any tips?"
She stared into my eyes like she was grabbing me by the lapels and wanted to pin her message to my heart. "Stay close with God."
I nodded, vigorously. "Yes, ma'am."
Her face snapped up like a rubber band. "And," she chirped. "Once he's senile you can always change your hair."
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