Lurve
Scribing at 9:30 a.m. on 2004-11-18
So, yeah.
Yesterday was our wedding anniversary (The Diva's and Mine).
We were both sick, and feeling pretty peaked; so we mostly just laid around moaning (and not even in the fun way) periodically.
You know you're seriously married when it's your anniversary, and you lay around moaning (and not even in the fun way) and you're both ok with that.
Who says romance falls by the wayside?
So, yeah. *insert evil laugh .wav file here* three years ago the Diva said she would; and I said I would; and we have, ever since.
I could put some probably semi-eloquent stuff up here about how I love her, or how good she's been to me (and patient, let's not forget that!) but I'll sum up our relationship thus: last night, after calling off work because I kept having this annoying feeling like I was going to fall down, I ended up retiring pretty close to the time she did. That, in itself, considering our differing schedules might tell you something. We lay in bed, moaning (and not even in the fun way) and weakly wishing each other a happy anniversary. Her head kinda rolled to the side, facing mine, and she said weakly, but with a perverse hint of laughter '..tell me a story'.
And, peanuts, I did.
That, in a nutshell, is the Diva and me. And yanno, I wouldn't have it any other way.
I kinda lurve that girl.
