Twelve Years

Yesterday ShallowGal and PCSguy celebrated their twelfth wedding anniversary. The traditional gift is silk. ShallowGal got a dishwasher. (1)

These past twelve years have flown by. In all seriousness, it doesn't feel like a day over eleven years and nine months.

Despite the fact that ShallowGal has been married so long that Maggie was just in middle school on that fateful day, ShallowGal remembers lots of details from her wedding day. And not just the bad stuff like who was late for the pictures (Allison!) (2) or the kooky stuff (Alzheimer Grandma hoarding bottles of beer in her purse at last call) She remembers the silly stuff like how PCSguy and ShallowGal stayed up all night the night before watching Small Wonder re-runs. And the annoying stuff like the photographer who took like seventeen million cake cutting pictures when by that time, ShallowGal was so over the photographer.

Fact: If you have a Jewish wedding three weeks before the summer solstice , the ceremony will not start until 9:30 pm, pushing dinner to midnight and the cake cutting until 1 am.

Fortunately all of PCSguy and ShallowGal's friends and family are functioning alcoholics who kept the festivities going until way past 2 am. It was one hell of a party. Twelve years later it still is.

Only now the party ends long before 9:30.

The next morning ShallowGal and PCSguy left on their honeymoon, a New York- Bermuda cruise.

This picture makes ShallowGal sad
and not because she misses PCSguy's hair.

Happy Anniversary PCSguy. Halfway there.

1) and 2 dozen red roses. In return ShallowGal is giving PCSguy what he wants most in this world; she is going to try to stop referring to him as her "first husband" or "the father of my three kids."
2) Like you didn't know I hold grudges.