For those of you keeping track, you know that the LLDD-Hyphen-L and I mark the 2nd year of our wedded bliss right about this time of the year. (actually, if you've been keeping track of that....Stop it! Stop it right NOW! IT'S CREEPY!!!) So what's the secret to enduring happiness? Well, if you get the 80s reference in this post's title, you'll get that marriage is all about compromise -- especially come anniversary time. For our own weekend celebrations, for instance, the LLDD-Hyphen-L and I....
Watched something that only the Husband could possibly have enjoyed:
more than qualifies
Did some things both the Husband and Wife thoroughly liked:
To wit, dinner at Jamie Oliver's Italian restaurant. . .
note: compromise doesn't include the wife sharing the Jamie Oliver dessert with you
. . . then the award winning and critically acclaimed play Clybourne Park, a squirm-in-your-seat comedy of the highest "Oh no, s/he did NOT just say THAT!" order. (particularly watch out for the devastating "How is a [certain demographic] like a [certain hygiene product]" line.
for added fun, look around you as that line is delivered and observe which groups seem deeply offended and which groups appear to be wetting their pants in laughter.
And lastly, tried something that in a MILLION years only the Wife would have thought of:
how can something so wrong feel so.....WRONG
As if to affirm the trials the LLDD-Hyphen-L went through, the BBC soon reported that playing footsie with Nemo might not be the best thing out there. Did I mention the place offers similar therapies for the whole body? Um, yeah, they do.
Needless to state, for next year's anniversary weekend, we won't be ordering the fish at Jamie's.
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