I’ve checked my math four times

and I keep getting the same number.  9 years. NINE years. That’s how long Drew and I will have been married this July. That can't be right. I must somehow still be counting wrong. Seriously, how have we not killed each other at any point in the last 8+ years?
I know this seems like a totally random thing to be thinking of, but it’s really not. You see, Facebook has one of those viral/chain status message things going around for Valentine’s Day. The purpose of which is to change your profile picture to one of you and your significant other. You’re also supposed to tell everyone how long you’ve been together. So that’s why I was counting. I told you there was a reasonable explanation. Anyway,  I don’t usually play along with these things, but something about this one made me want to join in. Maybe because I just got a new scanner, so I’m having a blast uploading all of these old photos and using them to torture my husband. Here’s the picture that I chose:



There are four things that one can deduce form this picture.

1. I am married to my significant other. Or at least I at one time dressed up in a wedding gown and pretended to marry my significant other. Either way, some kind of wedding happened. 
2. I was not a bridezilla. This is noted by the farmer’s tan, fake flowers in my hair and wedding dress I got from Ebay that was 2 sizes to big and never altered to fit. I could blame these things on the fact that Drew planned our Vegas wedding two weeks before it happened, but that would be a lie. I just didn’t really care about any of that stuff—still don’t actually. Plus, I’m lazy.
3. Drew had hair! I did too! Even if you can’t see it behind the fake flowers. Trust me, it’s there. It was going gray then too. Stupid genes.
4. We were happy even if our cheeks did hurt from smiling so much. All that cheesing was good practice for the last 8+ years. Built up those cheek muscles to allow for a marriage filled with laughs. Which might explain why we haven’t killed each other. Either that, or we have yet to find a way to get around that whole mutually assured destruction thing. It’s one or the other.