Three years ago today, I got married. Jim’s a good egg, so I’m still pretty glad that we’re official and all. I knew I wanted to commemorate our anniversary on the blog, because it’s my blog and I just can’t read books THAT FAST, okay? Okay. So technically the three year anniversary gift is leather. We just purchased a leather couch. I will consider that our gift to each other. Hear that Jim? You are totally off the hook on presents! I couldn’t just leave it at that, though. I really wanted to write a cheeky sonnet to my beloved. The thing is. I can’t pull off a sonnet. Like at all. You’re getting limericks instead.
I Love Your Bad Jokes
Your humor is really quite odd
The train of thought, kind of a plod.
At home I do laugh-
At most of your gaffes.
But in public, I smile and nod.
I Secretly Love the Vintage Transformers Collection
The Transformers that live in our basement
Inside their impressive encasement?
I pretend to despise
But you know deep inside
I do not desire replacement.
Your OCD Tendencies Give me Peace of Mind During Late Night Trips to the Bathroom
When I sit on a toilet that’s wet
I never worry or fret
It’s just disinfectant
On the porcelain vestment
You’re the cleanest man I’ve ever met.
This is a long, goofy way of saying, “Happy Anniversary, Jim!” I still like you. A lot.
I had this post all written up and ready to post on the 21st. Jim didn’t see the piece about not having to get me a present, and thus, THESE arrived at my office:
In case you don’t remember the incident of the “weasel” flowers… Read about it HERE. So. Happy Anniversary to us. And Happy Thanksgiving Eve to EVERYONE!