Yes N-I-N-E. That's just absurd really. Of course, I wasn't privy to his secret firebug nature at the time (more on that later). Not that it would have changed my mind if I had been aware of his condition.Well, probably not anyway. Perhaps it's best not to think about it--after all, what's done is done.
We certainly have moments where we'd like to throw the other in a Poughkeepsie-bound taxi driven by a smelly, hairy man with a fondness for listening to It's a Small World in a never-ending loop. But in my fantasy, I always buy him a return ticket on a nice, relatively clean Greyhound, so no harm no foul, right?
Even when he's annoying the bejesus out of me, deep down, I know that he's still my best match. How do I know this? That's probably best answered with a retelling of an event from yesterday:
After being in the car for 3+ hours on our return trip from the lake, at last we were within 5 minutes of home. I looked out the window to see a bare-chested man who strongly resembled an only slightly-less-orange Oompa Loompa. This little nugget of a man was in the middle of a full-on sprint along the side of the road with his arms bent at his side like some deranged robot. I looked over at Drew to tell him about the spectacle, but my words weren't necessary for he had already spotted the insanity and was looking my direction to tell me about it. At that point, neither of us could contain our laughter a moment longer. While trying to catch my breath, I caught a glimpse of Chase looking at his sister as if to say, "We're stuck with these two nincompoops for the next 16 years? Oh, brother!"
And that is what I wish for all of you: a spouse who gets your oddball sense of humor so well that he never asks why something has you rolling because he's too busy laughing himself.
Happy Anniversary Drew.
awwww...Happy Anniversary!
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