Rant #1,453: The Most Beautiful Girl In the World

So many people say "Thank God It's Friday," to signify the last day of the work week.

I never understood this.

Shouldn't they really be saying "Thank God It's Saturday," signifying that the work week has ended?

Why are we celebrating the final day of the work week rather than the first day of the weekend?

And of course, that's for people who don't work on the weekend.

You can't say either one for them.

Anyway, today is Friday, but I do want to focus on Saturday.

Saturday, June 6, is my 22nd wedding anniversary.

I find that so hard to believe, and I do believe that the years have gone very, very quickly.

And I also truly believe that I married the most beautiful girl in the world. I really do believe that.

I also believe that I am the luckiest guy on the face of the earth to have met her and married her.

And I don't mind bragging about it.

My wife met me at probably the lowest point in my life--not only was I going through a horrid divorce, but I had just lost my job. I was a real estate writer at the time, and the market was just entering into its depression in the northeast in the very early 1990s.

I literally had just been laid off when I met this woman on a blind date, set up by an agency that I joined because I decided that I wasn't going to let my impending divorce get me down.

I saw her in the distance, and boy, did she look good. She still does.

We met, spoke for hours, and the rest is history.

She has told me in the intervening years that she knew she was going to marry me on that first date.

Me, I was slower to catch on, but I knew that there was something about this girl that I liked, whether it was her intelligence, her background--she was from Queens, New York, too, just like me, and just like me, had moved to Long Island some years before--and certainly her looks.

And about her looks ... I know I have said this before, but in our first phone conversation, she said she looked something like Adrienne Barbeau of "Maude" fame.

Heck, the only reason--or reasons, I am sure the guys get it--that I watched that show was to see Barbeau, and when this girl told me she looked like her, well, I knew I had hit the jackpot.

And yes, she resembled her a bit, and yes, from head to toe and everything in between.

Anyway, here we are 22 years later. I look my age, my wife looks like she is in her 30s. She keeps herself in tip top shape, and I think she looks better than ever.

Yes, we are both older, but heck, this woman looks better every day. How can that be?

Whatever the case, we have a strong marriage, and I simply have to pinch myself to believe that I am in such a union--I honestly thought I would never marry again after the first debacle I had, but I never, ever compare the two marriages--they are like night and day, apples and oranges, two different things that have nothing at all to do with one another.

Again, I salute my wife in all of this. She bore me a great son to go along with my great daughter, she is solid as a rock, she is the ultimate love of my life.

So Elena, happy anniversary. You are the greatest person in the world, and I love you dearly.

Let's go out and celebrate this weekend!

Thank God it's almost Saturday!

Speak to you again on Monday.