I had to borrow a little song title from the band Skid Row. Now, the actual song and this post have almost nothing to do with each other, except the number 18.
Yesterday, October 30th, the Evil Twin and I reached our 18th year of marriage.
We didn't do anything spectacular. He went and grabbed some sandwiches and then we all laid around in food comas and watched some football. Not very exciting, but as I explained to the kids: October 30th, 1993 was the highlight year. It's just downhill from there. LOL.I keed, I keed.
We've had our share of good moments and bad, but I think that's typical.
I may not act like it all the time, but I'm glad we got married. Without him, we wouldn't have our two beautiful children and I wouldn't laugh nearly as often (he's a hoot).
He has clean nails and no body odor, and he's tidy around the house - i.e. he doesn't leave stuff laying around for me to pick up and deal with.
So, all in all, I think it's a good union.
Now, we made it to 18 years and just have life to go. :-)
Happy Monday, hooligans - and Happy Halloween!