Five

Surprise! We survived five years of marriage without appearing on any major news outlets for domestic homicide!

Actually, last Friday was our anniversary, but I thought that delaying a post about it would build suspense. And also: I was really lazy. 

More people called to wish us happy anniversary than called to wish me happy birthday, but whatever. I'm not bitter. I'm not that bitter. For our anniversary present, we got books. Not, like, books for each other, we just went out to a bookshop together and bought books. Call me unromantic and selfish, but I really prefer shopping for myself rather than other people -- so much more gratifying, you know? YOU GET TO KEEP THE STUFF.

Then we had a fancy but homemade dinner and watched movies all night. Our anniversary coincided with game seven of the Stanley Cup playoffs, and downtown was too packed to move. Plus, had the Red Wings won (they did not), downtown would have erupted into total chaos. So we decided to just stay in.

Five years of marriage has taught me so much. Things like someone has to clean the toilet and it's probably going to be me, if you wait long enough the other person will run out of underwear first and have to the laundry, and don't go to bed angry because you'll just wake up even more angry due to a lack of sleep.

Happy five years, Ryan. Love you.

Comments

[Jewel]

congratulations!