When you've been married ten years

You can set up a tripod in your hotel room and take a couple of goopy photos. And you don't even have to talk about how dumb that is. You know.

You can yell across the house if you're out of toilet paper and the person can open the door and hand it to you. None of that squeeze it through a tiny crack in the door crap. That's for sissies. And people with class.

You know each other's annoying habits. Like never rinsing the pancake batter out of the bowl before putting it in the sink. Or putting empty containers back in the fridge.

You've seen your spouse at their worst. Like that time you taught them to drive a stick shift and you learned there really is no limitation on the number of times you can use the f word in a thirty minute period. And the time they got so mad that someone cut them off and almost caused a giant accident, that they followed that person for a quarter mile laying on the horn. Until the horn broke. And your spouse ran into a curb. Yup, cause that was the mature thing to do.

You've seen them at their best. Like the time they hung a sign the size of a billboard in your front yard professing their love, just to cheer you up. Or the time they crossed a bridge with you in the middle of a storm, in just their socks, so you wouldn't be alone.

Sometimes, when you've been married ten years, you get the chance to see each other become parents. You get to see your best friend become even more beautiful, right before your eyes, as they cradle your brand new baby.

When you've been married ten years, it's totally acceptable to steal from each other. Sweats, croutons off their salad,their last piece of gum, all the hot water, the covers. When you've been married ten years, you can do that. You'll still get annoyed when it's done to you.

When you've been married ten years, you are on the same wavelength. Like you both randomly decide to google the same person you haven't seen in five years. Same wavelength.

When you've been married ten years, you've had to hug it out. A lot. A lot.

I mean, a freaking lot.

When you've been married ten years, you realize you've been pretty lucky so far.

Happy belated anniversary to my Lesco.

Happy weekend!

Here's the thing about Friday's, they don't come often enough.

It's going to be an awesome weekend. I hope.

Agenda includes

-Ice cream tonight with the babe. Groupon expires today, oops.
-A rubber ducky race on Sunday. I think Phin's head might explode.
-Ethiopian food with the absolute coolest family I know, also Sunday.
-Anniversary Prep.
-Cuddling with that sweet monster I live with every second I can restrain him. He's stronger than he looks.

Dare I say I might organize my closet? Should I even hope for fifteen seconds to clean a bathroom? Maybe two?

I seriously doubt it. We'll be lucky if I can kick a path through the laundry room. Or at least shove it enough to close the door. Think I'm joking? Let's review my history.

Have an awesome weekend people.

Oh and just because my anniversary is in a week and a half, here's some vintage Mel & Jared. I've been diggin through old pics and this happens to be one of Jared's very favorite. It's been his profile pic on facebook since he started an account. It's seven years old.

If you think Jared digs the pic because we're in it, think again. It was his favorite scarf ever and he misses it everyday.

In a little shock over here..

Did the world just tilt on it's axis unexpectedly? Is the moon in some very rare lunar cycle? Were your animals all on edge this morning?

My baby, ugh, toddler, slept through the night. If that doesn't indicate that something awfully strange is going on in the world today...

I want to do something to celebrate. Normally I'd just light fireworks and invite presidents to dinner, but this calls for something bigger. Something bluer.

I think I'll consult Martha. She knows everything.

I think it will be this. It's only summer once a year, you know.



Martha's Genius Recipe

Today I'm happy because

Right now my monster is sleeping like a babe. Literally.

This afternoon I'm going to eat here.

Tonight I'm getting my netflix on with this guy.

Tomorrow one of my favorite people is blowing out one of these.

Sunday we mess with these.

Which means this is right around the corner. Whoot!