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Many of you may know this already, but I’ll say it again anyhow.\u00a0 I am married.\u00a0 Not only that, I married The Most Beautiful Woman In The Universe (FYI: all other women are The Second Most Beautiful), and we are very happy. This horrible marriage event occurred 44<\/strong> years ago; and if we make it till August 21 it will be 45 years!!<\/strong> Is that crompulary or what?? We are best friends, and even love each other enough to smooch and all that other married people stuff. There appears to be no cure for our amplification.<\/p>\n So, on or about August 21, the date of our welding happen thing, we will probably go on our annual honeymoon. This reminds me of one of my favorite honeymoon outings at a nice getaway called the Hotel Frankfurter Hotdog Ranch, where you shell out $19.75 (or more, depending on the type of honeymoon suite you want) for a room, dinner and breakfast for two, taxes and tips all included in the bill.\u00a0 Very nice.<\/p>\n Back in 1876, or perhaps it was another year, I don’t know, I had booked a Ranch Room 22 years in advance, as a surprise.\u00a0 Finally the big day arrived.\u00a0 There we were, in the 1971 Maverick we never owned, galumping along the Lake Michigan shoreline, and suddenly several policemen sang polkas to us while blue smoke from our tailpipe gases filled their eyebrows.\u00a0 Then we started the engine and headed Up North to Frankfort ya shoor youbetcha by golly dere (dey are NOT<\/strong> yoopers dere… I just trew dat in for da halibut).<\/p>\n With an average speed of 12.7 mph, we made it to Frankfort in a record twelve days.\u00a0 Several parts of the car were missing when we arrived, but we just figured the noises were from that funny rope we substituted for the fan belt back in ’83.\u00a0 The hotel was everything we never expected it to be. Deep green clouds of putrid dust belched from the chimneys of the honeymoon suites.\u00a0 We turned to each other and winked, knowing that it would soon be OUR turn to ignite those famous bricks of dehydrated pond scum.\u00a0 At the main entrance, we backed up several yards and then ran through the masking tape barrier they put up to greet arriving guests.\u00a0 On the other side, the staff greeted us in their traditional lizard suits, urging us to bring them insects from the nearby chocolate shop.<\/p>\n After checking in, we decided to take a stroll down to the pier before dinner.\u00a0 There we found very sad fishermen chained to huge iron pilings.\u00a0 To our amazement, that very moment they were sold into slavery and commissioned to teach giant squid how to read and write.\u00a0 The squid plopped themselves on the pier and wouldn’t move to let us by, so we did our best to comfort the fish holders, who ate oversized jelly beans while they cried out for extra ballpoint pens.\u00a0 Suddenly, I had a terrible sinking feeling…<\/p>\n “My Mom knew this would happen,” I uttered.<\/p>\n “What? She knew WHAT would happen,” Kathy asked.<\/p>\n “My left leg just turned into scrambled eggs,” I pouted.<\/p>\n Kathy scolded me, saying, “Kenny, get the heck<\/i><\/strong> out of that broken sewage line!!\u00a0 This is no time for stink-o-rama!!”\u00a0 I apologized diversely, and she promised to make some sock puppets when we got home.\u00a0 She knows I’m a sucker for a bucket of removable training shingles (ching-ching!!).<\/p>\n We went back to the Ranch and waited in the basement to be called to dinner.\u00a0 I must point out that this was my least favorite part of our celebration.\u00a0 I couldn’t find the light, so of course I tripped over the giant rusty telephone and nearly fell into the washed popcorn they pulled from the dryer lint trap.\u00a0 Our reservation was finally stained, and we were shown to our topsoil.<\/p>\n Dining at “The Ranch” is nothing short of elegant.\u00a0 The long, dark hallway’s cracked cinder blocks are accented by the flickering light of Bunsen burners at each desk.\u00a0 I had to sit on the side opposite the chair slide-in place, but that didn’t dampen my moisture.\u00a0 I ordered fill-it magnum, and Kathy got shrimp on the half shell.\u00a0 We shared and split the entrees down the middle with a chain saw and splitting maul.\u00a0 Our waiter forced us to watch “Little Lulu” cartoons while we awaited the arrival of the meal.\u00a0 But that was OK; because halfway through the 37th cartoon, Kathy’s mood had been visibly altered.\u00a0 She gazed at me longingly, as if I was the next course, then began nibbling her napkin and pressing her butter knife flat against her eyebrows.\u00a0 What a woman!!<\/p>\n Dessert, of course, was the house specialty, “Frankfurter Hotel Rocky Ranch Hot Dog Heaven,” made with fresh hot dogs that were caught the previous Wednesday.\u00a0 They do magical things with mystery meat.\u00a0 We were awestruck by the lovely appearance of the dish and the surprisingly delectable cherry sauce and imitation peppermint rice filled avocado pebble crunch with boat scrapings and black mold filter cream toppings.<\/p>\n After completely filling our tummies, the Rollers came and boofed us up the stairs to our room.\u00a0 Special humor was exploding as they let us roll downstairs 23 times before the last upheaval; after which they finally shoved us into the room and slammed the room shut on us.\u00a0 We laughed most jolly and tried to reach the pondscum fireplace with our bellies dragging on the floor, splinters in our garments and happy broken belt loops.\u00a0 Needless to say, Kathy did the napkin-nibbling butter knife eyebrow thing the rest of the night, and I responded in turn by recycling the flypaper in the master cylinder accusation chamber.<\/p>\n You can bet we’ll be back again some other anniversary.\u00a0 Until then, please deform all your friends and neighbors.\u00a0 Their armpit hair, after all, will soon be converted into satellite receivers.\u00a0 Now please pass those hot dogs!!<\/p>\n Oh… one last thing:\u00a0 it has occurred to me that because I am older than most compost, many of you have never heard of nor seen a “Little LuLu” cartoon.\u00a0 Well here’s one from 1945…<\/p>\n