Yesterday marked the date that Cody and I became man and wife. Annoyer and annoyee. Our anniversary.
Neither of us have very good skills when it comes to romance and remembering important dates.
Ah well, at least we’re equally lacking in the area.
Before Cody left in the morning to die slowly in the law library yet again study for the bar he gently shook me awake.
“OOH! He’s going to wish me a happy anniversary before he leaves for his class! ” I thought.
I made a genuine effort (keyword effort) to roll over awake and happy to see my betrothed and welcome his anniversary greetings.
“So, uh, there’s a dead mouse in the laundry room. In the trap. It may even still be alive, but anyway, it’s starting to smell and I’m running late. You’ll have to take care of it today.”
Eight years later.
There you have it.