Thursday, May 7, 2009

Oh, 5 years definitely counts

Today is my 5-year anniversary.

Yep, Dave and I have been together 5 years.

When I kindly reminded him of this last weekend, he stared at me in silence for a moment, almost as if he was trying to figure out if I was serious or not.

"What?" I asked. "Thursday. May 7. 5-year anniversary."

"Right..." he said carefully. "But..."

BUT NOTHING, DAVE.

"...But," he said, "That kinda doesn't count anymore since we got married."


FALSE.



"Oh, it counts!" I spit out. "You bet your ASS it counts. Come on, Dave! 5 years!"

Blah, blah, blah, I went on a rant, he gave in, now we're going to dinner.

But seriously, men, why would you think a 5-year anniversary doesn't count? It's not like I'm celebrating 6.75 years or 28 months. 5 years. 5 years always counts!

I don't know about you, but I haven't stuck with any one thing for 5 years (well, except gymnastics). But not a guy, not a hobby, not a job, not a hair color, not even a grudge. 5 years is a big deal for me, therefore we must celebrate. We must celebrate and he must like it.

So tonight, we're off to dinner for some good Italian food right here in the neighborhood. (Nowhere near the peeing guy, for any of my tweeps. God, that word is retarded.)

Anyway, I was all set to end this post right there when Dave came home. Yes, we're all in for a treat.




"Hey, how's it going?" he said as he walked in.

"Good," I said. "How are you?"

"BAM!!" he shouted, pulling some flowers out from behind his back. "You're not doing 'good,' you're doing great!"

I, of course, exploded in a fit of laughter as I jumped up to give him a hug.

As he hugged back, he said, "Here's to 5 okay years. Let's be honest, they were really just kinda ehhh." *Squeeze*

WHO CARES? I GOT FLOWERS.

"Yeah, can you reach the vase up above the fridge?" I asked, breaking away.

"That's exactly why these years have just been ehhh," he joked, without missing a beat.

Well, he's got me there.



I'm sure the rest of the evening will be just as magical. And now, off I go to force my husband to celebrate our ehhh anniversary. :-) Marriage is fun, no?

9 comments:

hautepocket said...

You guys are so...cute. But seriously. It's vomit-inducing. ;)

Marie said...

How can five years not count?!! Glad he came around though. And congrats!

Andy said...

Alright, I'm a dude, and I still know 5 years counts. But at least he pulled through.

RebeccaC said...

Replace the word "Dave" with the word "JiT" and you have my relationship. I expect to have this exact same conversation in December. Probably sans flowers.....boy would I love some flowers.

Congrats! Enjoy it!!!!!!

theycallmecurlysue said...

Oh 5 years definitely counts! And points for him bringing home flowers :) Sweet guy you have there! Have a great time and congrats!

P.S. I've never been with a guy for even a year so when David and I hit that in September...that'll be HUGE for me too!

Carrie said...

its still weird to hear you call him your husband.
and really, what would you do without him? you wouldnt be able to reach anything. your storage space would be limited.
i could always get you one of those reach and grab things that elderly in wheelchairs use to get cans out of the pantry...

Brick Cedar said...

You guys are great.

Jenn said...

I can't think of anything I've done for five years.

Congrats :)

Phil said...

I'm in total agreement that five years is huge. And that the beginning, first date, or whatever, is always an important date, married or not. :)

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