Farmer H and I have out 21st wedding anniversary on Wednesday. I haven't looked it up, but I suspect that 21 is the goat anniversary.
Farmer H is, in rare instances, a thoughtful old coot. As an anniversary gift, he decided to give up the precious one day off that he gets each week, and take me gambling last Sunday.
Woe was me. I did not have Sunday available, what with baking an Oreo cake for the #1 son's Algebra II assignment due on Monday. The #1 son: my gift to Farmer H. The gift that keeps on giving.
We have a regular O. Henry marriage.