Adam and I have been together now for over fifteen happy years. Sure, there’s been bad patches, but they’ve been far outweighed by the good. In university, for example, we were the couple told most often to go “get a room.”
It’s not all sunshine, however. Oh, no. Check out last night for example.
{Withheld three minutes of conversation that is irrelevant to this particular post}
Me: What?
Him: For the love of God, stop, please stop.
Me: What?
Him: Talking. Stop with the talking. For one minute. Stop. Please.
Me: I’m sensing a theme here.
Him: {headesk}
Related:
Our tenth wedding anniversary is creeping closer (December) and I haven’t the foggiest idea as to the best way to celebrate it or what present to buy. Truth be told, though, I’ve not thought much about it prior to twenty seconds ago when it came to typing out that sentence. Now I’m sitting here not so much worried as perturbed – that’s another item to go on the ‘Better think about this now before it comes up and crushes you into the very dust.’
Suggestions are welcomed!
