Friday, November 17, 2017

Seven Year Ache

It's hard to believe that it was seven years ago today that 710 and I got married.

Well, 7 years, plus another 25.

It was a beautiful day back in 2010. Not so much today. It's going to be colder now than it was then.

Actually, what a difference seven years makes.

I don't know that I would want to get hitched in DC currently. I could not stand equating my happiness and a great moment in my life with the scum that is currently residing within the city limits.

Anyway - we kind of  / sort of have plans for our day. We hate leaving Shep during the weekend, which explains our movie totals sinking to the bottom of the ocean this year. And I can count on one hand how many times we have been out to dinner since he came into our lives.

I'm not complaining. Not a bit. Cooking and hanging at home with him has been great for us....and him.

However, knowing we might need a reason to go out, the anniversary is a great rationale. This morning I'm taking Shep for a play date at doggie daycare, and then the owner is taking him home to stay at her house for the night. He's gonna have a great time.

We are totally going to take advantage of the sitch.

While it would be nice to plan on a movie and a nice dinner, it's tricky. First off - I have to present at a meeting today......... 16:30-17:30.   .......and on a fucking Friday. Srsly - who schedules that?

So time-wise that fucks stuff up. If I eat before the movie, I'm sleeping during the movie, because it will be a 21:30 showing.......and I'll be full.  ...and possibly drunk.  If we eat after the movie, the nicer options are probably out.

I fear we will end up doing one or the other. I'm not sure I care which. I'm not sure I care which.

I get to spend the anniversary with the man I love, and whatever and wherever that is will be fine.  Though not sitting around the house, as that is not an option.

....btw, the pearls in the title image were our "borrowed", I guess. Eileen Flowers' strand came to us via her daughter, our honour attendant, Becky.  I tried to put them on for a shot, but they became more like a choker.....or a choke-him.  I feared the string would burst and people at the Smithsonian would be scavenging Eileen's jewels.  And that I'd pull a Jack Tripper and slip on one and prat fall before the ceremony.

So seven years. Or 32.  Either way, I think we'll make it work.



Song by: Rosanne Cash

8 comments:

wcs said...

Congratulations! Happy 7 and 32! I like that many of us gays have two anniversaries: our actual marriage date and the date we became a couple (since we were not allowed to marry). So next year I and the husband will celebrate 6 and 35, about a month apart.

anne marie in philly said...

(sings) tell me you're trying to cure a seven year ache

how nice to hear of a couple still in love after 7/32 years. congrats!

and yeah, who the fuck schedules a meeting for late friday afternoon? they should be fired!

Anonymous said...

Congratulations on your anniversary... and many more.

I respect and applaud the way the two of you are such conscientious, devoted parents to Shep.

Fearsome Beard said...

Congrats on your 7/32!
Send the dog out for a sleepover?
What exactly are you really planning on doing if even the dog can’t watch?

Bob Slatten said...

Cheers to the 7-32! And many more!

Leeanna Henderson said...

Happy 7/32 Anniversary! Have a great night!

Deedles said...

Happy, happy, joy, joy, and many more!

Ur-spo said...

I join the conga line of congratulations! Bravo!