I meant to blog last night, thinking since Monday is my day off that I would have time to be really creative and thought-provoking.
Then I got the runs.
Sorry, but there’s just no delicate or lady-like way of saying it. (Like the word “diarrhea” is any better!) It hit me like a sucker-punch to the stomach, and I was down for the count.
I did, however, manage to crawl to the computer and google “Salmonella symptoms.” Fortunately, I think I’m in the clear.
So, anyhoo, today I’m back at work and hopefully run-free! Especially because today is my anniversary—and who wants to spend their anniversary on a toilet seat?
Yes, it’s been 13 years since Husband and I walked down the aisle, sweating profusely because it was about 100 degrees out and the air conditioning in the church picked OUR WEDDING DAY to break down. But despite the heat and the pit stains, it was the absolute best day of my life, except for when my kiddos were born, of course! (I should say RIGHT AFTER my kiddos were born. I can’t go so far as to say labor & delivery was a barrel of laughs.)
The funny thing is that Husband and I have been “together” for 18 years. Yikes! That makes us seem extremely old! And we’ve actually known each other for something like 30 years! (Yes, we grew up together. Everyone say, “Awwww….”) No, we did not actually date until the day after we graduated from high school, but we were very good friends, which I think started us off on a firm foundation.
So, husband, thanks for sticking with me through weight fluctuations and bad haircuts (Remember that time I got my hair cut really short and looked like a boy? Yeesh.). You knew me in my “pre-happy-pill days” and still managed to love me, even though I’m sure it seemed like you were sleeping next to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (which makes for a crowded bed). You knew me in my “awkward phase” of 6th grade, and even though you broke my heart by telling me that you didn’t want to “go with me,” you broke the news gently. You’ve even recently attended a marriage class at church with me, which as you tactfully put it was “torture.” But you did it. For me. And for that, and for all that you do, I am eternally grateful.
Meet me on the couch at 9:00. Maybe, if we’re lucky, we’ll get an hour of “alone time” to do what we LOVE to do but haven’t been able to do in a long time because the kids are always around…
Watch our TiVo’d episodes of “Criminal Minds.”
(What were you guys thinking? I know where YOUR minds are! )
Happy anniversary, honey!
**Editor’s Note (That’s just me, by the way): After seeing this photo I tagged on the end of this blog a few times, I’m really lamenting the fact that I do not know how to work PhotoShop. If I did, I would only have ONE chin in this photo, my arm would be trimmed down, and my hair would look a bit less limp. But I don’t know how to do that fancy PhotoShop stuff, so there ya go. You get me, untouched-up.**