The fancy restaurant reservation was made. The babysitter was lined up. Everything was set for a romantic, memorable, 7th wedding anniversary.
Then last night, over nasty, greasy pizza, I looked at M and said, “You know what I really want to do tomorrow night? I really, really just want to go see a movie and have a low key dinner with you.”
“Oh my god! Me too! That’s exactly what I want to do!” M beamed at me, delighted that we were on the exact same page.
I canceled the froufrou restaurant.
We’re going to see District 9 and we’re getting some decent and cheap Italian food.
I can’t wait.
Who needs fancy when you’re going out with your best friend?
We have the secret to marital bliss and harmony: love and want the same things. Which I guess is easier said than done.
Sadly, it’s the only one we have.
Cuz we never got our pictures printed.
And we were carried on chairs.
Which I think is supposed to be all about long marriages etc.
Or breaking your friend’s backs. Something like that.
To prove that I didn’t look horrible or nutty all day long.
(Also, that baby started THIRD GRADE today. WTF?)