Anniversary week. On the phone with husband, we were uttering sweet unrepeatables about the chain-gang that is wedded bliss.
He: Oh, I'm getting a lot of voice mails.
Me: Must be the media dying to interview you and see how you've endured 13 years of marriage to me.
He: * after a bout of hearty laughter* That's really funny because it's only been 12.
Who says men don't keep up with that shit? Happy Anniversary, Husband. Maybe the next 12 will feel like 11, then we'll be square.