Without going into too much complicated detail, Joe and I have two wedding anniversaries. They are several months apart.
This has led to years of ongoing confusion about expectations and acknowledgment.
Joe prefers to celebrate our church wedding where friends and family were there to witness two sordid Catholic souls coming together as a single lapsed one.
I, on the other hand, prefer to honor our earlier legal union. That way, I am granted full credit for time served.
This unsettled dispute, combined with our inability to keep track of things, has resulted in many missed anniversaries.
I realized just today that we completely forgot our milestone 10 year anniversary (the "legal" one). This is the one I was responsible for commemorating. I texted my husband at a fundraiser tonight:
MARIANNE: Happy late 10 year anniversary. Wow. That one sucked.
JOE: You're right. I'm sorry. Happy anniversary. I won't be out late if you want to have a few drinks.
MARIANNE: Who is this and what did u do with Joe?? 10 years is aluminum. I used the last of our Reynolds Wrap for Jack's diorama.
JOE: Beer comes in aluminum.
MARIANNE: Works for me. We need bread for lunches tomorrow. Stop at the store for me?
Better than roses if you ask me. Especially when delivered by this guy:
Happy belated 10 years, Joe! May it be the first of many! (or in our case, two).