23 Years of Disallusion: An Anniversary

On January 2nd, 1988 I:

• Left my car at the bottom of the driveway with a note to my parents.
• Drove to a church.  And yes, it was a Pentacostal church - recommended by a head trauma patient.
• Eloped in my prom dress.
• Honeymooned in a Motel 6 in Texarkana enroute to Dallas.
• Dined on a steak finger basket at Dairy Queen.
• Woke up in the middle of the night and swore my ring was missing.  When my newly-minted husband assured me it was on my finger, I exclaimed "I'm so disallusioned," and fell back to sleep.  Awoke five minutes later not remembering this incident.

On January 2nd, 2011 I:

• Have no intention of driving anywhere today.  Its negative 40,000 degrees in Iowa.  
• Plan to watch Weeds all day in my house coat.
• Will dine on whatever my old, worn-out husband cooks and will like it immensely.
• Slept soundly, dreaming I found arrowheads in dirt that I wanted to give my husband.

AND am still a bit disallusioned.