Happy Anniversary to Us!

I was about to say "to Me" but then remembered there are two of us in this marriage. And since we're actually getting along OK lately, best to allow for the SDG's role.

So, seven years as of Sunday, June 11. No itch here, as far as I can detect. We talk regularly, hang out like couch potatoes together every night. Working pretty well as co-parents. Things could be a little (OK, a lot) more spicy in the bedroom, but I feel too tired and uninterested in that most of the time anyway. And maybe that's a part of the problem. We own this book but haven't pulled it out of the drawer in years. Just no drive. Seems kind of sad. OTOH, I've just learned that my RL friend with 4 children, the youngest of whom is exactly Big's age, is now expecting #5. She was about to have all 4 kids in school FT, a year earlier than she'd anticipated thanks to the booming full-day pre-K programs in town, and prayed to God for a sign about what she should do next. Bam (pun intended), she gets pregnant. Her husband now says she needs to be a little more specific with her prayers. Bottom line is, sex may be over-rated. That's all I'm saying about that.

Went on vacation recently and knew beforehand that timing would be tight if I wanted to get SDG a nice anniversary gift. So before our trip I looked up the traditional anniversary gift for the 7th year, found it was copper, and decided I'd make a trip to Target after we got home to find something nice from their Smith&Hawken items. Actually did make that trip on Thursday (3 days in advance), picked out a really nice Cu mailbox. Decided it would not be an extravagance since SDG has been working really hard at improving our house's curb appeal. Also wanted to make dinner reservations for here but they don't operate on Sundays. Ended up settling for the tres-cliche Olive Garden when our second choice restaurant also turned out to be closed.

So yeah, we did go out. Hired a babysitter for the first time in ages. Went to Tulsa and saw Prairie Home Companion. Thought it was f*ucking hysterical. Seriously, I loved it a lot. Never laughed about the penguin joke so hard in my life. And have been feeling bad ever since then because that joke reminded me so strongly of my ex-boyfriend b/c he loved it so much. And I never found it funny until now. And I'm feeling the crazy urge to e-mail the schmuck and tell him how much I'm laughing over his penguins this week. Probably wrong that it comes up on my wedding anniversary, though.

And then the thoughts peter out and CMG goes to bed.