Thank the Lord my husband loves me and puts up with me…
Yesterday, I put up some funny pictures of ThrillCam and me from our very early years together, because yesterday was our anniversary.
“Twenty” was the title of the post.
That implied, rightly so, that we have been married twenty years.
It’s a logical conclusion.
So, yesterday, on Facebook, a number of my friends wished us a Happy Anniversary, which was very kind.
And, there, in the middle of the good wishes, Marcy, my roommate from college, wrote something along the lines of, “Call me crazy, but I thought y’all were on twenty-one.”
Marcy is crazy.
Because, we got married on June 23rd, 1990.
1990 from 2011 is…
Come to find out, we’ve actually been married TWENTY-ONE years….
Maybe Marcy isn’t crazy after all.
Yep. I got my anniversary wrong, in a great big public way.
Isn’t that the universal joke about husbands, that THEY have no idea how long they’ve been married?
Well, I’m the exception to the rule.
Just call me Dingbat. A big dummy.
Fortunately for me, ThrillCam didn’t read my blog yesterday.
He’ll never know.
Update: I decided to confess to ThrillCam that I couldn’t remember how many years we had been married. First, though, I asked him, before admitting, how long we had been married. He hesitated, then said “twenty!” Followed by, “Twenty…no…Twenty-one.”
I don’t feel so bad, after all.