“You’re not making a face, are you?”
“No, Bessie.”
“Are you smiling?”
“Yes, Bessie.”
“GodDAMN, Bessie, I can’t get my face in the picture, because you’re weaving and bobbing all over the place like one of the cats, like this!”
Happy anniversary, baby. I’d do it all over again, without a doubt.
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Spanky highly disapproves of the picture-taking process.
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That said, since Nance suckered me into joining the whole
NaBloPoMo thing, I’m taking today off from writing an entry. I’m duty-bound to write one every single day of November, so I need to lay around and maybe read a little, watch TV, slack off.
You know, the usual.
See you tomorrow!
(If you view my entries on an RSS feed, be aware that it might go a little nuts tonight when I go through and publish the entries for the last 8 Novembers.)
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Previously
2006: We’ve been married for eight years now. And they said it’d never last!
2005: Let the Seven Year Itch commence!
2004: Happy anniversary, you walnut-farting motherfucker.
2003: We’ve been married for five years as of today.
2002: He even sent me flowers.
2001: And they said it’d never last.
2000: And happy anniversary to Fred, who married me two years ago tonight, which was the smartest thing he’s ever done.
1999: “We don’t have to get married. We could just wait ’til next year. Shouldn’t we get married on the anniversary of the day we met? That would be more romantic!”]]>
