Thursday, September 9, 2010

I Love Lucy lives!

It really does no good to engrave your wedding date in your husband's ring... if he doesn't remember to take it off once in awhile.

It also does no good to be married on a cutesy-number day... if that number doesn't ring any bells for him.

Yeah. 9-9-89 was what he picked. So he would never forget.

But 21 years later, he forgot. Yes, he done forgot. He did real good for 20 years but this 21st year threw him for a loop, I guess.

I had an inkling that he had no clue what day it was when he called me in the morning and talked about everything BUT our anniversary. I received no flowers nor a card.

And there was no breakfast in bed... even though he's never served me breakfast in bed... but still.

Come to think of it, I don't think I'd like eating breakfast in bed. Something about that seems weird.

So, I returned from work around 5:00 and found him still in grubby clothes, chatting on the phone with his mom. When the conversation was over, he asked me what I wanted to do for dinner. I told him to pick. He picked Chilis. Anniversaries and other formal events are always celebrated at Lawry's or Randy's Steakhouse. Not Chilis.

I told him I preferred McDonalds. He agreed and told me to get in the car. Then I knew for sure how the evening was gonna go...

But he covered nicely. When I asked him if he knew what day it was he got that 'deer in the headlights' look. He backpeddaled nicely.

"Wednesday?" he said, knowing full well it was Thursday.

"So our wedding anniversay is tomorrow and not today?"


And then he divulged that he'd known all along and that he really did have a huge party planned at the Macambo with the Orsattis and the Sedgewicks. Oh wait, that's what Ricky Ricardo did. Ricky Kahle just offered to cook me dinner.

He made me a hot dog.

Happy 21st!

May Rick live to see another 21 years.... outside of his dog house.

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