OK, so Prince Charming has arrived at your door in full armor on his white steed. With an engagement ring. You tearily say yes while outfitting yourself in full bride-zilla mode. This is YOUR day, darn it, and everyone needs to follow your rules from the dress to the decor to the food and band.
I must say that marriage is about a lifetime commitment, not a day in the life of a diva. I told that to my husband the first or eleventeen dates and even said no to an engagement ring and got us matching gold bands for our elopement.
Five years later I was asked to have our wedding date and my birthday engraved inside my husband’s ring. On our tenth, seconds before he walked in the door I looked it up and it’s the Tin anniversary so made myself a quick alien aluminum foil hat (he’s a physics and computer geek) for a surprise.
This Q&A section is sponsored by married women, one opinionated wife, anyway, otherwise write in:
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Question: “Why bother making the bed? I’m only going to work, eat dinner and fall back into it?”
Answer: “Because my mother made me.”
Question: “Why even wash or fold laundry?”
Answer: “Because I’m not sending your underwear and socks out to the drycleaners. And your clean pile/dirty pile in your man cave really didn’t work out as you spent 45 minutes every morning trying to find socks that matched.”
Question: “Why even make dinner? We can go out.”
Answer: “Didn’t you say that was the best meal you ever had the other day? I made it.”
Question in mind from wife: “Do I look fat in this?”
Answer, again in brain from wife: “Don’t go there. Bad, bad place.”
Question from wife: “The dog usually goes out at 6:30 a.m. You were awake and on your computer. Why didn’t you take her?”
Answer from husband: “She didn’t ask.”
Question from husband: Why do we spend so much to live here?
Answer: “Because I refuse to live in the dark with only individually wrapped string cheese in the frig and string cheese wrappers on the carpet between the frig and your computer.”
Question from Man Cave Neighbor: “Why did you move back?”
Answer from soon-to-be husband: “Her.”
Aww, shucks. I love you, dear. Love that you get the high stuff from the cabinets and I rummage around under the kitchen sink for whatever you need.
One thing I must say is that except for twice in over 11 years he does put the toilet seat down. Props for that, gals. He loves me and our dog, and our families. He’s a keeper, no matter what he says, and no matter that the dog knows to come to me when she needs something. I’ve always spoken dog, it’s taken some time to learn to speak husband! Cheers and write in, Dee