Renewed for Another Season
The Husband is catching up on a few seasons of The Walking Dead.
As usual, I've been paying only enough attention to what he's watching to know what the show is. So, when I do stop and focus on a scene or two, I make snap judgements that may or may not be relevant to the story line.
Yeah, I yell at the screen and try to tell characters what to do.
But of course they don't do it.
After several outbursts (which The Husband patiently and quietly endures), I turn to this man of mine and blurt, "If this was happening to you and me, things would turn out differently."
He considers for a moment my inability to climb a flight of stairs without panting and his own reluctance to shoot me in the head if I were to "go zombie", and he says, "Honey, I'm not sure we'd last six seasons."
"Baby," I tell him, "so far, we've lasted 25 seasons."
He smiles and gives me a BIG hug.
Happy Anniversary to us!
25 years, baby!
2 comments:
Aww Happy anniversary! <3
Happy anniversary!
I know I would barely last a season with zombies as I'm too old and out of shape. However, I have almost 16 "season" with my hubby. Congrats on such a long marriage. :)
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