This is Mrs. Badley speaking. I am sorry that my husband will not be able to impart his usual witticism to you. This is quite the issue for him as he has made it his mission in life to write everyday throughout the year. He, however, is currently busy thinking of something very fun for us to do as a couple tonight. Today, you see, is our fourth anniversary and, as the man in the relationship, it has fallen upon him to come up with tonight’s bonding activity.
Why did we not think of an activity and plan accordingly days ago, you might ask. Well, to be honest, neither one of us remembered what today was until my father called at seven this morning to wish us a happy anniversary. This lapse in our date remembering is why, instead of working on his blog, he is thinking romantic thoughts. That and the fact that he knows if I am forced to spend one more evening at home watching “Bones” and listening to him wax poetic on the subject of red velvet cupcakes, I will lose what little is left of my mind. I mean, how can one person have so many food related thoughts every day? It’s maddening to say the least. We get it. You like food so much that you can’t be bothered to stop talking long enough to pick up your dirty socks off of the floor. At least when he is talking about food, he is too busy to jab, poke, prod, lick, shove, wet-willy, wedgie, hoist, spin, squish, grope, tickle, nudge, elbow, squeeze, lift, jostle, manhandle or otherwise irritate me.
I really need a break from that.
Happy anniversary my love. This is my gift to you. Your streak continues.
Oh, and you better have something good planned, or else.