My love story doesn't involve Judas Priest.....but The Monkee's!! It is a rather long story but ok if you want to read it. I met my husband when I was at home. He was installing my parent's kitchen cabinets with his brother (contractor). I noticed he had a 1970 GTO (ok, maybe I was a bit shallow, I did date some guys because of the kind of car they had). He had asked me out the 2nd day they were there. I had to turn him down because I was grounded (yes I was only a wee lass of 17). I had been out the night before until about 6:00 a.m.. So, days go by and my sister says hey let's go see the Monkee's, they are playing at the fair. On the way to buy tickets, we passed a Pontiac car show, I said to my sister "Let's stop there, maybe that cute guy that worked on the house is at the car show" then she says "no, we have to buy tickets and get to the concert" so we go to the show and guess who is in the same sectiion at the concert? My husband! Cool heh? Must have been fate or ?? almost 20 years of marriage and four kids later...he's still the one.
