I’m Not A Big Drinker, But I Also Hate Wasting A Good Drink

Speaking of anniversaries, today is the anniversary of the day L’s Mother first shared a drink with me . . . because we were in Vegas, the drink in question was a margarita in a glass around three feet tall, and I legitimately feared that I would die if I drank it all myself.

L’s Mother’s Only Response To My Horror Was “I Thought You Looked Fine.”

So for two years in a row now L’s Mother and I have remembered our anniversary, but I’m not personally convinced just yet this is the start of a trend because this year’s anniversary was one of those round number milestone ones that people make hard to forget. Regardless, in honor of this we decided to declare an “anniversary weekend” to celebrate (in home), and even scheduled Friday and Monday off to make it an extra long weekend. (Business obligations precluded us for taking the actual date off, so this seemed like a good compromise.)

But I suppose it wouldn’t be our anniversary if something wasn’t forgotten, and today, having properly looked in the mirror for the first since Thursday, I realized I had forgotten to shave to the extent that even the Man of La Mancha production would have sent me home . . .

I Must Have Forgotten To Forget

If you’ll excuse me, my attention is going to be elsewhere today because today is my anniversary.

(I remembered!)

Insane Insight In Action

(Let the record reflect that I do know today is the anniversary of this blog; I just don’t find that fact very interesting at this point, and, yes, it is magic to be married to me.)

Yesterday Lala misspoke and created the word “overneath,” a feat for which I initially teased her.  “Congratulations,” I facetiously told her, “for creating a nonsense word worthy of the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party; a word they would doubtlessly use to describe the placement of their saucers as they . . . stacked the cups and saucers on top of each other, making the saucers over one cup and under another . . .”

I shook my head wryly.  “Actually, that’s a pretty good word,” I had to admit.  “Congratulations.”

There Are Worse Things

For the record, L’s Mother and I did remember that Friday was our anniversary . . . one second after someone wished us a happy anniversary.

At this point I figure this is just our thing.

But This Time *I* Was The One Who Realized It Last

Last night as I was telling my son L. a bed time story involving the two Gree, “Hun-Gree” and “An-Gree”, I realized that I needed a third “Gree” character/pun and found  myself drawing a blank.  Knowing that L’s Mother and Lala were at their computers, I asked if they could help me out by looking up another “Gree” word for me.

This proved tougher than you might originally think, but as I was looking over L’s Mother’s shoulder at a word list, she paused in realization then announced, “Hey!  You know what else rhymes with ‘hungry’ and ‘angry’?  Anniversary!”

“Well, yes,” I had to agree.  “But that’s not really the theme I’m going for here.”

Lala got it second, putting me at a distant third in this race.  “It’s your anniversary!” she blurted.

And it was too.

We did it again.

Which Had Been One Minute Prior

“You forgot our anniversary again, didn’t you?” I asked L’s Mother in the evening, thereby giving her ample time to have proven me wrong.(1)

“I did!” L’s Mother gasped in horror.  “Wait a minute!” she exclaimed as she narrowed her eyes in suspicion.  “Did you just remember that it was our anniversary?”

“I’ve known it was our anniversary since the first moment I looked at the calendar today,”(2) I sniffed.

*****

(1)  Strictly speaking, this statement is true.

(2)  Strictly speaking, this statement is also true.

Counting The Days But Not The Years

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” L’s Mother asked me the other night.

“It sure has!”  I agreed.  “By my count it’s been two whole days now!”

L’s Mother sighed and smirked in equal measures.  “I meant we’ve been together a long time,” she clarified.

“Hasn’t felt that way to me,” I chuckled.  “Happy Anniversary.”

Further Evidence

Yesterday I mentioned that there was a hiatus on the horizon for me.  To give you an idea just how rough last week was on this household, I submit the following statement I actually said to L’s mother yesterday evening:

“I can’t believe you forgot our anniversary(1) . . . again!(2)

*****

(1)  Which was . . . you guessed it, last week, and neither one of us noticed.

(2)  This has become something of a running joke over the years, so there’s no need to worry about us on that score, honest.

Five Years

Five years I’ve been maintaining Candles & Curses.

To put this in perspective, that’s long enough that this year I remembered in advance the anniversary was coming up, thereby breaking a four-year trend of missed anniversaries and/or jokes about missing them.

Maybe next year I’ll actually have something to say about the anniversary, but for now I feel simply marking the milestone is enough.