Is it Bad that I Can't Remember My Anniversary?
After a couple of pretty serious blogs, I've decided to move on to some good clean fun which of course means slagging on my husband.
This weekend is our anniversary. At least I think it is. Before we got married I asked my mother to look at our astrological charts and pick a divine day for our wedding. She chose July 6th. I think.
Grand fire trine was I believe the rationale for that date. It could also have been the day the sun passed closest to the Earth. It was about 175 degrees by the time we hit our reception. An awesome day to be stuffed in a corset.
My husband and my mother both have birthdays in July. Mom's is the 4th of July. That's easy to remember. My husband's is the 9th of July. I think.
This brings up another funny family story. As I was waiting outside the church with my dad, we somehow got on the topic of Rod's birthday. My dad suddenly realized Rod's birthday was also in July like my mom. So my dad says, "I see you decided to go with your mother." An hysterical reference to the popularly held belief that we marry one of our parents and spend the rest of our lives trying to work through the relationship a second time.
By the way I did marry my mother but that's another story.
So here I am again in early July trying to figure out if my anniversary is the 6th or the 9th and then the other day will be Rod's birthday. Either way I have nothing prepared and no gift.
Honestly I'm more like a man than a woman. I'm like a man trapped in a woman's body with a baby poonch stomach and big boobs. How did this happen?
So before I forget I'm going to look in my husband's secret document box for our marriage certificate. I'm feeling strongly it's the 6th. Or the 9th.
This weekend is our anniversary. At least I think it is. Before we got married I asked my mother to look at our astrological charts and pick a divine day for our wedding. She chose July 6th. I think.
Grand fire trine was I believe the rationale for that date. It could also have been the day the sun passed closest to the Earth. It was about 175 degrees by the time we hit our reception. An awesome day to be stuffed in a corset.
My husband and my mother both have birthdays in July. Mom's is the 4th of July. That's easy to remember. My husband's is the 9th of July. I think.
This brings up another funny family story. As I was waiting outside the church with my dad, we somehow got on the topic of Rod's birthday. My dad suddenly realized Rod's birthday was also in July like my mom. So my dad says, "I see you decided to go with your mother." An hysterical reference to the popularly held belief that we marry one of our parents and spend the rest of our lives trying to work through the relationship a second time.
By the way I did marry my mother but that's another story.
So here I am again in early July trying to figure out if my anniversary is the 6th or the 9th and then the other day will be Rod's birthday. Either way I have nothing prepared and no gift.
Honestly I'm more like a man than a woman. I'm like a man trapped in a woman's body with a baby poonch stomach and big boobs. How did this happen?
So before I forget I'm going to look in my husband's secret document box for our marriage certificate. I'm feeling strongly it's the 6th. Or the 9th.
posted by Beck at
8:31 AM
2 Comments:
see. you should have had the date inscribed in your wedding band. sometimes - i have to look.
You're right. I should. Although Rod lost his first wedding band from me so I sort of leverage that all the time.
I could give him one with the date and then something shitty like Hope this is the last one. What do you think?
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