As I was cleaning up the dinner dishes tonight, The Husband came into the kitchen and gave me a hug. “Happy anniversary,” he said.
“Oh yeah!” I exclaimed. “I forgot!” A lot has been going on lately, so it sort of slipped my mind. “So,” I said. “Three years.”
“And a baby!” replied The Husband.
“So I gave you a son for our anniversary,” I said to The Husband. “What did you get me?”
“Uh…” came the response.
“Nothing?” I cried. “I gave you a baby and you got me nothing at all?”
“Well, I remembered our anniversary,” he protested.
Touche.
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Happy Anniversary! Geez, could we be on a more similar timeline? Dave and I celebrated three years on October 19. Well, I say we celebrated, but really we just changed diapers and stayed up later than we wanted to because of Mr. Fussypants. I don't even think there was wine. Sigh.
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