HEY GUESS WHAT! The Man and I got hitched. Our weekiversary (yeah I know… that’s gotta stop) was yesterday, so we’re officially married enough to scoff and look down upon anyone who isn’t.
That’s how that works, right?
Well, regardless, I’ve learned a lot. The first of which is that everything to do with marriage should be phrased as either a cheezy greeting card or a fortune cookie. There is no exception to this rule. You get bonus points if it rhymes.
- When life hands you an unfurnished apartment, you really only need a chair. The uncivilized world sits upon the floor willy nilly with no back support-ment. Once you manage to procure a table and two chairs, feel free to sit back in contentment.
- A broken air conditioner does not create a healthy bond – it actually induces murderous rage. Spousal combat may be desired but it is wise to abscond.
(Okay I’m giving up on the rhyming. The Man is the Poet…not me)
- An apartment is officially home the moment you hang the baby animals calendar.
- Fla-vor-ice popsicles still answer all of life’s hard questions. [See “broken air conditioner”]
- Rejoice in the fact that life handed you shelter, employment, and the ability to barrel roll directly from your mattress to the floor with no constraint of a bed frame.
KNOW: My friend Ginger Sass posted a lovely thing about our wedding that you might be interested in reading. Also note that The Man and I are scheduled to guest post, which should be a different kind of fun! (I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to hold back from throwing in a few stick figures, though.)
Dear Ladies and Gentlemen:
Marriage is like a wonderful good night’s sleep.
So needed and such a blessing.
Sincerely yours,
Caleb Boone.
Haha! Love your writing, I just stumbled upon your blog today, It’s brilliant 🙂
Thanks so much! It’s good to know people are enjoying what I am writing. 🙂