Rick forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife told him “Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in less than 6 seconds, AND IT BETTER BE THERE!” The next morning there was a gift in the driveway. Confused, she brought the box back in the house. She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale. Rick has been missing ever since…
We just celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary. It was a Monday, it was pouring, my back hurt, and the auto shop called during our seafood lunch.
I know what you’re thinking: “Is this blog about marriage, or auto repairs?”
Except for Thanksgiving and Christmas, Hubby and I have no problem operating sans Gregorian. Bowling and movies are on cheap night, dates don’t have to be Fridays, and birthdays last… well, as long as we want them to! We’re a family; we get to call the shots. (Take that, Hallmark!) We’re free agents. It’s “Love, American Style.” [That show was rank, by the way.]
So yeah, we’re bendy; we’re not all about schedules and plans. If something works out, great. If not, that’s fine too. And—not only are we casual Americans, we’re West Coast. Ain’t no Thang. Chill. It’s the Bomb. Fo Shizzle.
To top it off, I’m a fairly low-maintenance bride. Not picky. In fact, on this particular day, David went to a meeting early, and I went to another later on. No pressure to juggle, just for a 29th Anniversary—that falls on a Monday. We enjoy time together all the time. That’s how we roll. I will add: my sweet hubby is always very thoughtful; he remembers, and he brings me gifts and flowers—on our anniversary and otherwise.
But just for good measure…
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Our next anniversary is our 30th.
That’s three whole decades, Dude.
For you to not have made some plans
Would be (–rather dangerously–) rude.
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I don’t want more than dinner and a card—
I don’t need to be jewelry adorned.
But if you forget this landmark occasion—
Well, just consider yourself warned.