Seven years ... that's the longest I've ever been married — by far.
We're going to go out to eat and see some local bands play downtown. I'm looking forward to having a night out in which neither Bill nor I are playing. It's been a while since he and I have had a date that didn't include a guitar.
We don't normally exchange gifts on our anniversary. But I owe him something nice — see, he's mad at me. I don't think it's a justifiable madness, but he's perterbed anyway.
Yesterday, I went with Bill to get his diabetes check up with our family doctor. Bill told the doctor that he's had a pain in his foot for a long time and while the doctor was checking it out, I offered up the cause of the ailment.
Bill hurt his foot while he and Davy were drunk skateboarding. I threw that tidbit into the discussion just to add some color to the story. Bill didn't think it was necessary to make the story more colorful.
Because Bill's been through so much lately, I thought I'd surprise him with a nice gift for our anniversary.
He needs a new swimsuit. I think I like this one:
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