Showing posts with label happy anniversary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label happy anniversary. Show all posts

Monday, September 17, 2012

seven down, seven to go

For the life of our marriage, Shaggy has had two good jokes:
  • The first assumes a seven year timeline of marriage (related to the seven-year itch). So when someone asks how long we've been married, he says, for example, "Four years, three to go." 
  • The second is about his third wife being born right about now.
We celebrated seven years of marriage of Sunday, and we decided that we should probably stick it out for at least another seven years, since that first joke really doesn't make sense when you start getting into negative time. The second joke, of course, is always funny.

So math and humor save another marriage.

Also, afternoon naps, really tasty food, being generally fun to be around, and lots of silly dancing in the living room.

Happy seven years, love!



Unrelated: Wendy, if you're reading this, do you remember that hilarious time at Sunday school when we thought there was a misspelling of Sven in the bible, but it just turned out to be the word "seven"? Whenever I stare at the word seven for too long, the giggles rise up inside of me.  

Thursday, February 16, 2012

love in the time of mosquito bites



Dear Shaggy,

Today while I was working you and Lucy were looking at photo albums of us when we were very young. Not very young really, I suppose, but really pretty young—it was our road trip after college, before we had kids, before I had bangs.

You said she was fascinated by a picture of me with a mosquito net over my head, one that we had to buy after I got bitten 108 times by mosquitoes while camped at the base of a partially flooded Yosemite park. Twenty-eight of the bites were on my forehead. It happened in a span of half an hour, during which time you were bitten exactly once. Those damn mosquitoes, you and they both thought I was sweet.

That was a fun trip, driving across the country, eating tuna mac in the dark over a portable camp stove. Long hobo hair, bandanas, tents, a sleeping bag that was accidentally left on the roof of the car and had to be replaced, bright lights in the Walmart parking lot between national parks.

Happy 11th date-aversary!

I love you!

Mab.