We interrupt this regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you this important announcement:
“Mrs. X has FINALLY gotten her period. Film at 11.”
Yes, finally, I have been cursed and I haven’t been this happy about it since I was in college.
Thanks to everyone who chimed in on my friend John*. You are all absolutely right (as you were last time) that I should block his sorry ass to kingdom come. But, I have a confession: I am secretly hoping that he sees the errors of his ways and sends me a heartfelt email begging for forgiveness. This is probably as likely as a) hell freezing over; b) me winning the lottery; and, c) me winning Miss America – all at the same time. But, so far, it’s what has held me back from blocking his email.
And, in the event he does send me another super-insensitive email after I asked him not to, I want to tell him point blank that I’m blocking him and why.
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In other news, five years ago today, I went from being single to married. Yep, Sweetie and I tied the knot today five years ago in a beautiful ceremony with about 75 people. I’d post pics, but that would totally blow my cover. So, instead, I’ll quote some language from the lovely note my mom sent us (which the Bad One just bit – little bastard!) which I think sums it up perfectly:
“Congratulations on the occasion of your 5th wedding anniversary! We’re happy to know that yours is a good, strong marriage with lots of laughter in it. And our best wishes for happiness in the years to come. The first five have been adventuresome. What will the next five be like?”
We also treat our wedding anniversary as the kitties’ birthday – since we got them eight weeks after our wedding and they were eight weeks old. So far, the Bad One is celebrating by being an extra nuisance. He has quite a knack for this.
I’m also happy to report that, on this auspicious day, I haven’t really thought about how long we’ve been married and that we don’t have children yet. I’ve just thought about what a wonderful time we’ve had with each other (and continue to have).
Little steps, always.