My wife, Kimberly, and I celebrated our lucky 13th wedding anniversary this evening with Aunt Virginia — my new pet name for the Old Dominion’s state government, which tags along almost everywhere we go. (She’s married to Uncle Sam.)
We paid the bill for my steak and Kimberly’s country-fried steak. Aunt Virginia stiffed us on her share of the check, though. We had to pay $1.26 in taxes. Aunt Virginia also was at the store when I bought flowers. She forced me to pay an extra 50 cents.