My husband: “Our marriage is old enough to drink.”
That’s right — today we’re celebrating 21 years of wedded bliss. We bought ourselves a Sleep Number bed to commemorate the occasion. It’s a California King, a sizable upgrade from the queen mattress we’ve been sharing for many years.
When my husband’s parents got married a great-grandmother heard they were going to have a king-sized bed and family legend has it, said that the newlyweds’ marriage would never last (presumably space in a bed leads to, well . . . nothing, I guess.)
I think we finally figured it was time to get some sleep.
But before that, this marriage has some drinking to do.
What? We’re old enough. Come to think of it, when we got married we weren’t old enough to drink. We’ve got some catching up to do.
Happy anniversary to us! Feel free to raise a glass in our general direction, wherever you happen to be tonight.