Today marks the 4th year of my second attempt at understanding my husband. My first attempt lasted approximately 7 years, then they came and took me away (ha ha hee hee ho ho)! All in all, I’ve loved the big doofus since I met him back in 1989. That’d be 16 years for those of you without a calculator handy! I think about 2 weeks into dating I scared the goobers out of him when I said “I’ve got a feeling I’ll be spending the rest of my life with you”.
He should have bolted then, when he had the chance.
Oh. Wait. Yeah, he did try to do that. Muaahaaaaahahaaa!
Anyhoo, Happy Anniversary to my dear old aging bifocal wearing gray overtaking the hairs left on his head husband, who just gets better and better with age. Because if you can tolerate me for this long, you’ve gotta be good/special/brilliant/insane.