Stupid Headline Sunday is postponed till Monday.
Today is the six anniversary of wedded bliss to Mrs. Cranky. I looked it up, and the six year is for iron. Cranky don’t do ironing, so instead I will make it the year of the blog post.
We were married on 12-11-10. Mrs. C is a nut on numbers and she wanted a day I wouldn’t forget. I have not forgotten, though some well-placed reminders have helped.
Many readers know that Mrs. C often calls me a jerk. She also often calls me an ass. One might get from this name calling that Mrs. C is either not a very nice person or that I am in fact a jerk or an ass. The truth is that Mrs. C is a very nice person and I am neither a jerk or an ass…all the time.
This is my third time around. I sometimes kid Mrs. C and call her “The Good Wife.”
I often make fun of Mrs. C in this blog. Some people think I am living dangerously doing that. Not true. Mrs. C rarely reads my posts. Even if she did she would not be offended or at least she should not be offended because she knows that I am grateful for the whole package, occasional quirkiness and all.
I am getting to be an old person. I am 70 years old (please don’t ever say 70 years’ young…I hate that) and I must say that stiff joints, aching back and all, these last six years have been the best years of my life. We laugh all the time. We are affectionate (children and grand-children hold your ears and go la la la la la). We almost never fight and when we do it is never for long or very serious.
I often lament that we should have been matched up earlier. Mrs. C reminds me that if we were I would have been arrested for child molestation. She does have a point. Fortunately, she is currently old enough for me to molest.
It has been six wonderful years. We spend much time together watching TV while we tap tap on our computers. We go out to eat a lot. We take vacations. We also respect each other’s alone time. Golf, bowling, and guitar in the basement for me. Dancing, massages, lunches with friends and work for Mrs. C; but the best time for me is any time we are together.
I don’t like getting old, but if I can grow old with Mrs. C, I have no complaints.
Happy Anniversary Karen. You are “The Good Wife”, and I love you.