It's our wedding anniversary today. 32 years. Not a bad innings.
Of course, I didn't remember it was our wedding anniversary. Hubster had to remind me, as he does every year. I remember one year in Melbourne walking to the train station to meet him after work, and there he was striding down the road with a big bunch of flowers. 'Did you hock those from work', I said. He gave me a look, you know one of those 'you've just insulted me' looks and handed over the bunch with 'Happy Anniversary'. My follow up comment showed how truly thick I am. 'What anniversary?'
Sometimes, I don't know why he bothers with me.
Today he was busy making a shelf in our laundry and happened to mention it was our wedding anniversary. I was on the couch playing '4 pics 1 word', and looked up.
'Is it?' I said.
'Yep.'
'What should we do?'
His reply. 'Seeing as you can't even remember the occasion I don't see why we should do anything!'
I gave him a look. He gave me a look back.
I chuckled. He shook his head and disappeared into the laundry to drill a couple more holes.
Perhaps we'll go to compound coffee shop for a cuppa later. Given that on our previous anniversaries we've popped down to McDonalds for a burger and fries, a cuppa at the cafe is about on par for our wedding anniversary celebrations. Except for the time we went to the Ritz Carlton here in Riyadh - now that was a major exception, obviously not about to be repeated today.
Ka Kite,
Kiwi
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