Today's my wedding anniversary. For years we've argued over the actual anniversary.

Him: Are you sure it's the 2nd?

Me: Well, we know it's not the 1st.

Him: But I thought it was the 3rd?

Me: That's only because I convinced you it was the third. It's not the third.

Him: So when it is?

Me: The second.

Him: Are you sure?



We thought about getting married on the 1st of April, but didn't think anyone would believe us.

So then we decided to get married on the 5th anniversary of our first date, and that would have been the 3rd of April, but that would have meant losing a day of our honeymoon private island rental and we weren't prepared to do that. So, the 2nd of April it is.

That was five years ago.

Him: We've been together ten years?

Me: I know.

Him: Feels like twenty-five.

Me: Except the dog would be dead by now.

Him: Oh yeah.

For this anniversary, so far I've given mr. zippy fence posts and installation (so his back might last another ten years of making whoopie!), he's bought cedar slats and a power saw. Next weekend we'll borrow a nail gun and make ourselves feel really old. He gave me an iron heart he brought back from Sundance. Came with a nail to drive it into a tree just like Jesus (it's one of those nails), as the thing is simply too heavy to hang on any of our walls without creating a gaping hole in the drywall. hmmmm WWJD?

And we've given ourselves multiple orgasms for the whole house... well, not for the dog... she's never had sex, although she thought she wanted to once after watching us ... ok, that was weird.

All in all, having an anniversary to celebrate with someone is a way cool thing. Whether it's hearts and chocolates and yotz or fence posts and iron symbols of your solid communion. Now, let's see if we get through the Ritz-Carlton tonight without any gaffs.