Saturday is our sixth wedding anniversary. I say it every single year, but I don’t know how it’s been six years already. And I don’t know how it’s only been six years.
We went on our first date 12 years ago. How anyone (other than my parents) puts up with me day in and day out for 12 years is beyond me.
Last year I wrote about K’s crows feet. They’re still there and I still love them. This year I’m going to be a little goofier and share with you all the dumb things we fight about- even after 12 years.
Whether or not nachos are an appropriate dinner.
Whether or not snacks in general are an appropriate dinner. (They are.)
Me refusing to learn people’s names and using my own nicknames.
Someone promising to pick up the dog poop in the backyard if we got a puppy (me). And now someone brings that up any time I make a promise he knows I won’t keep. (It’s been five years, dude. Geeeez.)
Why someone needs 100 pairs of shoes.
The cable. We still have it. And Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon Prime. I think we have a Swing account, too.
Someone’s overall behavior and language when playing video games (also me).
Pretty much any decorations that aren’t our “every day” decorations.
Real tree vs. fake tree. And white lights vs. color lights.
(Every year I win with a real tree & he wins with white lights.)
The amount of dog hair in my car.
“Let’s get a third dog.”
“For the hundredth time: NO.”
“I know. I was just kidding.”
“No you weren’t. And you need to pick up the dog poop in the yard.”
Backing into the garage and how close someone (me) gets to the workbench.
Bathroom counter space.
The habit of setting multiple morning alarms and ignoring them all.
Clothes that can’t find their way to the laundry room.
Which living room blanket belongs to who.
Appropriate conversation to have right before falling asleep.
Happy Anniversary to my shoe-hoarding, Halloween-loathing, blanket-hogging husband. I can’t wait to celebrate the next 80+ years with you ❤️