I suck. But yet I'm comfortable with that.

[t_tyme]

So my husband looks at me last night and says, "Do you know what next Monday is?". Uhhh...the day after the superbowl!? Monday? Another glorious day with your smiling face, sweetie? Fuck. I don't know. Quit playing games. Then he tells me. He reminds me that it's our SEVENTH anniversary. *deer in headlights look* Oh my, has it already

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[t_tyme]

Today is my anniversary. All he's getting is a card. And not even a sentimental one at that. A funny one. About how he's the better half. (Well, I can admitt that he is.)

Eeeeek. Seven years. That's whent he itch happens! :-o