11 Years of Happiness
Yesterday Husbandrinka and I celebrated our eleventh wedding anniversary.
I celebrated by getting a new zit on the side of my nose, which, incidentally, is my least favorite place to get a facial zit. Then I continued the celebration by announcing that I wasn't feeling well and going to bed and he extended the merriment by saying, "didn't you do the exact same thing last weekend?" This is what I've had to put up with for eleven years, ladies and gentlemen of the jury.
We went out to dinner. And it was lovely. Not as lovely as our tenth wedding anniversary, when we went to Quebec, but not every anniversary can be international.
I'm not going to wish him a Happy Anniversary on my blog, because he doesn't read it. But between us, it has been an amazing eleven years. That man deserves some kind of an award. Disagreement with the last sentence is strongly encouraged.