Who knew..? Today is my anniversary. My dear partner in crime reminded me with a tossed off embrace and a rather sheepish look. It’s not like I expect anything… flowers, dinner, a shiny red mustang convertible…? I rarely remember my anniversary. I am not sure why. Maybe because it is so cold. I got married in southern California so January seemed like as good a time as any. But living in upstate New York in an old drafty house, January is not the time for negligees. We are in a sub-arctic run of below 0 weather right now. This does not entirely explain my determined inattention to celebrate my anniversary. Maybe I am afraid to jinx it. Like never looking a tiger in the eye. That information sure comes in handy. We have a good thing going, let’s not make too much of it.
More likely.. it is laziness. Celebration takes time and energy that I would rather spend elsewhere. Jeeez. Even as I am saying this it sounds soo lame. How about this…? Our life is so full of celebration and fun and laughter that we do not need any more. There I like that one better. Alright all of this has totally depressed me. It’s his job to remember it anyway… isn’t it? Where is my slow waltz?