Monday, August 27, 2007

Just Getting Started

Yesterday (the 26th) was Reha and my 18th wedding anniversary. I had this whole plan of telling a big story about how we got engaged and married and why I’m still in love with my wife after all these years, but I’ve done that before. And we are putting of the “official” love-fest “let’s-get-out-of-town-and-leave-the-kids-to-their-own-devices” anniversary celebration for a couple weeks. Far too many things happening at the Deal Family Compound right now to plan that sort of escape.

But 18 years! Our marriage is 18! Which means that it can vote! And in some states it could go out and legally buy smokes! Party on for the Deals, man.

On the “traditional” anniversary gift schema we are still in the nether region between 15 and 20, where you don’t have to get each other squat. That’s the list that starts out with paper and eventually moves to lace, crystal and other things we have zero need of. Unless the Queen finally accepts our invitation to come over for dinner, in which case we are going to have to do better than Bed, Bath and Beyond for hand towels in the bathroom. And on the “modern” scale, we are supposed to get each other furniture.

Which is just plain odd, I have to say, though, frankly we do need all new furniture, so maybe it all works out.

But really, this is what we are getting each other:

Because everyone wants a new (and pricey!) and completely unexpected electrical panel for their anniversary. Only 8-10 more weeks of living like vagabonds in our own house! Whee!

I have all week off and I’m planning on finishing all the work in the basement and then destroying all the interior walls, which I expect will be incredibly cathartic. I LOVE swinging the crowbar around.

And the kids start school tomorrow, praise Zoraster.

Favorite Entries

If you are new around here, the following entries have been reasonably well received. You might want to peruse these.

• Help Wanted
• From the Office of Mis-directed Email
• A Word from the Small Person in the House
• RNT Product Review: Chocolate Mix Skittles Left Me Sterile!
• Jon’s Report Card circa… A Long Time Ago
• Dear Gratuitously Naked Conversationalist at the Gym:
• A Peek Inside the Writer’s Guild and Producers’ Negotiations
• We Regret the Error
• Letters from a Homeowner to His General Contractor
• What I Did There
• Hermaphrodite Administrative Assistants and Receptionists Need Not Apply
• Giving Me an IM Account Was Obviously a Huge Mistake
• Official Ransom Note Typography Vista vs. Mac OS X Shootout
• I Need a Real Hobby
• Beat Down
• Big Fat Lies
• True Love
• Now MY Ovaries Hurt
• Don’t Get Her Started
• Disturbing Trend
• Had to do it
• Mooshy stuff
• Ransom Note Typography End User License Agreement “EULA”
• Diva-licious!
• Just so we’re clear
• PETA may have a point

Holy Crap! Look at all this STUFF down here. It's awesome!

Really, I'm glad you made it down here. Almost no one ever comes down here. I'm like in a freaking dungeon down here. I get lonely. But not you. YOU made it all the way to the end of the page. For this I think I've a little crush on you. I don't know, is "love" to strong a word to use in this situation? Well, if it's not "love," then it's very strong "like." I'm totally in like with you for coming down here. You are awesome. Please love me back! I know, I know, I shouldn't be all needy, it's not attractive at all, but you don't know how it is to be stuck down here. Who scrolls all the way to the end of a page anymore these days? Anyway, thanks for shedding some light down here in the depths. I appreciate it. Shoot me an email and I'll send you a dollar, OK?

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