Well, it was a good run.....

Me: How many years have we been married this year?
Mister: I don't know.
Me: Really? Or are you just too lazy to do the math?
Mister: *looks at me and shrugs* Both.
Me: 16 years.
Mister: Whoa! Really?!?!
Me: Yup, got married in '98.
Mister: Did we really got married in '98?!
Me: Are you kidding me?!?!

If it wasn't for the fact that he makes good blueberry pancakes and will kill the bugs I cant, he probably would of been smothered with a pillow 8yrs ago.  *laughs*

Well aint that the truth....

I've taken a hiatus from the FaceBook which has given me time to explore the other corners of the interwebs.  I ran across this little gem.  Sadly a lot of these things apply to me, from both sides.  I don't even have to ask the mister if any of this applies to him, since I know his grocery shopping is done based on what will fit in his saddlebags on the bike.  Keeping in mind one saddle bag must be able to hold his beer.  Yup mature reasonable adults living up in this house. *laughs*

what married people do when their spouse is out of town