On this day in 1978

I made the transition from Miss to Mrs.  I was 21 years old, and so was Dave (although he became 22 shortly thereafter.)  What in God's name were we thinking?  Apparently, we mistakenly believed that we were all grown up and fully capable of making important decisions.  In retrospect, what a laugh!  Still, somehow or another it's 31 years later and here we  are.

In other news, I (along with my partner, Mona) won our marathon bridge group for the year, seventy-five bucks apiece.  We had slightly over 27,000 points for the year.  We narrowly missed winning the slam prize, too.  (A slam is placing a bid to take either all 13 of the tricks, for a grand slam, or all but one trick, for a small slam.  You really have to believe in your hand to bid a slam.)  

I love Mona dearly.  She is the most sensible person I've ever known in my entire life, and if I'm ever uncertain about how to proceed with anything in my life, I ask Mona.  When the kids were younger, if we had to go out of town they knew they were to call Mona if any problem arose.  She's always right.  And she's a damned good bridge player, too.