Like A Scene In A Romance Novel

My MIL and SIL sat for the Schmitty kids last night. They were sweet enough to watch them so Mr. Schmitty and I could go out for an anniversary dinner.

We decided on a Mexican restaurant a few towns away. Mr. Schmitty hates Mexican food, but knows I love it. Ah, the sacrifices that man will make for his bride of sixteen years. Thankfully they had steak on the menu.

After I ate my yummy enchiladas and a basket of chips and salsa, we looked at each other with expressions that said, "Now, what?!"

Hmmmmm......."Well, we need milk and bread!" I announced.

Can you even stand it? I just ooze romance from every pore!

Yea, kind of like a festering pimple. Heh.

We decided to swing by the mall and look for raincoats for the kids. It's always about those damn kids, isn't it?

So, WE.WALKED.THROUGH.THE.MALL.ON.A.FRIDAY.NIGHT!

Can you say, "Teenagers are annoying?" After spying the droves of huddled teens in the food court with their cell phones beeping, thumbs texting, voices screeching, hair flipping, cleavage bursting, jeans sagging, eyes oggling, and skirts seeming to shorten by the second, the hubs and I vowed to lock R. up for the rest of her life.

On the way home, after I picked up a Venti Sweetened Black Iced Tea Lemonade from Starbucks, I said to Mr. Schmitty, "A babysitter and we're already on our way home. We suck."

We chuckled and came to a red light.

I looked at Mr. Schmitty, "Chinese fire drill?!"

He started laughing. The light turned green, "Oh shucks, it's green." hmpf.

We passed an upscale furniture store and he asked, "Wanna go in and jump on the beds?"

"Well, it is our anniversary, think they'd mind if we tested out the mattresses?"

"Excuse me sir, does this bed squeak?"

We pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. The two of us wiping the tears of laughter from our cheeks.

I called over to him as we walked up the path to the door, "Hey laimo, happy anniversary!"

I planted a kiss on his lips. Suddenly in the distance, as if on cue, we heard, "Pop, Pop, Poppity-Pop!"

"Well, so much for the fireworks, all we can muster is a few lousy firecrackers!"

We laughed until our stomach muscles ached.

And this my friends, is the pathetic life of an old married couple on their 16th wedding anniversary.

Can you imagine what our 25th will be like? I'm just giddy and burning with anticipation!

NLMLYD!

Last night I was looking through a photo album and came across my honeymoon pictures. Mr. Schmitty and I spent a week in Jamaica during autumn of 1992.

It seems so long ago, yet, when I look at the pictures, the memories flood back and it only seems like yesterday.


Don't we look so young? We were both 25. Now, at 41, we are celebrating our 16th anniversary.

Through the years, we've had happy times and sad times. Rough patches and special moments. We've experienced births and deaths. High points and low. We've had unforgettable family moments and family moments we'd rather forget. We've argued and we've made up. And we've laughed and we've cried.

But most importantly, we've stayed the best of friends who love each other, more than words can say.

Happy Anniversary Babe!! Nobody Loves Me Like You Do!