This week I thanked my husband for 8 blissful years of marriage. He was so annoyed.
Probably because it was our 15th anniversary.
Picky, picky. It's not like I said the other 7 years were a living hell; blissful is a very high achievement for a marriage. We celebrated in style: I got him a $15 itunes gift card and he killed this fly that was really getting on my nerves.
Charles: I could literally spend all day throwing a ball to this dog.
Me: I wouldn’t advertise that. It makes you sound kind of lame.
Charles: Well I don’t mean literally, literally. I mean it like ‘not literally.’
Me: So the definition of ‘literally’ is ‘not literally?’
It’s not the only definitional problem we’ve had today. Charles revealed today that he was nominated for ‘hottest something something’.2
Me: Hottest meaning hottest? Or hottest meaning hottest? (Makes vague hand motions)
Charles: Hottest meaning hottest. (Makes no hand motion)
Eight blissful years. Six pretty damn decent years.3 Happy Anniversary to us!