Friday, June 26, 2009

Another one Bites the Dust

Anniversary: #16
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...humor is the glue, people!
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so let's get this party started!
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Here is an accounting of our 16th anniversary. I want to record this for posterity since we are notorious for forgetting it every other year. We’ll be watching TV when one of us will jerk to attention: “Oh, s***! Our anniversary!” …guilty looks on both sides.… So, for the record, # 16 made it on the to-do list this year.
How’s that for romance?!?
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Richard slept in this morning (this is actually a gift at our house). When I cross paths with him in the kitchen, he gives me a sloppy, mushy kiss & a big bear hug and mumbles, “Happy Sweet Sixteen!” And then proceeds to feel me up in front of the dishwasher. Glad to report this area of the relationship seems to be faring well after 16 years.
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Another romantic moment occurs later that morning. Richard & Noah, loaded with Windex and paper towels, take my van to the car wash. We are actually going on a date in a chicken nugget free vehicle! Bonus points: the red cotton candy hand print has been erased! I finish the last three loads of laundry without a single resentful feeling.
Now that’s romance!
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Dinner is lovely: new place in a new zip code. My only requirements. Enjoyed the spinach dip tremendously. The perk of being married for 16 years? A no-embarassment dental check afterwards. As we are leaving the restaurant, Richard spots a Kristy Kreme and practically leaps with joy. To my surprise, I spot my FAVORITE discount shoe store right around the corner from the KK!!! Love my new silver sandals! Folks, it was the sexiest moment of the night! ...just sayin'...
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We end the evening downtown Nashville at the Big Bang piano bar. Loads of fun singing, drinking, laughing, and dancing with friends. Good times had by all! I notice a bride-to-be with purple, sparkly penis antenaeas and blinking lights enjoying her bachelorette party with her girlfriends. From the looks of it, it's gonna be a rough walk down the aisle. And I realize I wouldn't trade my sweet sixteen for all the purple sparkly penises in the world.
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Some things just get better with age.
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