Today was my four-year anniversary. It was pretty bad-ass. I forgot about it and I told a friend she could stay at my house for a couple of days. Then Adam had to work late. So yeah, things got pretty romantic up in here.
My gift to him? A bag of Twizzlers Pull ‘n Peel, a bag of Reese’s Eggs and a Lowe’s gift card. His gift to me? Flowers and a big wad of cash to put toward resetting/sizing my wedding ring. He always kicks ass with gifts and outdoes me every year. (It’s kind of awesome.)
To celebrate our ever-enduring love, I’d like to relive some of my favorite texts from my husband from the past year.
Just got a 100% on my airport safety class. Suck it, terrorists.
I’m going to eat ice cream cake for breakfast.
I just saw a lady riding an unicycle for exercise. She was doing arm circles.
(at the dentist) Got nitrous for the first time. I was so relaxed I almost peed myself.
I had a dream we were getting divorced. When I woke up I threw all of your stuff on the front lawn. Then I remembered it was just a dream. Sorry.
And here’s a few recent ones:
I have a headache so bad, I’m going to buy a chainsaw and cut my head off. Don’t worry. I’ll do it in the driveway so you’ll just have to hose it off.
You’re bringing me down. I might as well call you “Fox News.”
Forecast for Saturday is calling for meat. And lots of it.
Damn, diapers are expensive. I should have just bought them a 5-gallon bucket and cut some foot holes and attached suspenders.
Happy Anniversary to the man who makes me LOL all over myself.
PS – I really think you should get on Twitter.