So we're sitting around in Heuston Station, waiting an hour and a half for the next train. The bookstores there are already closed. Your father says, "Well, that'll teach us to always bring reading material with us."
I say, "Oh, it's not so bad. We can always talk to each other."
He says, "We have been talking. But if we had books we wouldn't have to."
And there you have it, folks. 39 years. :)
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad. I love you guys. :)