|Together at a wedding shower|
On our first official "date" we did a group hangout thing with a bunch of my friends. Poor Ben. He was subjected to bowling, bar-hopping, and after-drinks "breakfast" at IHOP. I, in my infinite self-destructive wisdom, had not eaten a bite all day and ingested something like half a box of over-the-counter appetite suppressants. Then we went out, got incredibly physically active, drank large volumes of alcohol, and finished it off with a carb-heavy meal. At which point, I was shaking and miserable but determined not to ruin my date. After breakfast we retreated to his apartment to talk. I walked in his front door and puked my chocolate chip pancakes all over his light blue rented carpet. Let's count my mistakes so far in the evening: 1) dragging an extreme introvert out with a dozen or so noisy strangers to crowded public places 2) the revolutionary "stupid diet" 3) drinking too much 4) ruining his chance of recovering his security deposit. All things considered, not a great first impression. Luckily, not only is my husband forgiving, he's also very much a gentleman. He helped me clean up my mess, soothed me, and settled me onto his sofa since I was in no condition to drive home.
|Fire and Ice rose|
On our first anniversary we ate from the preserved top layer of our wedding cake. I don't know who the hell came up with that "tradition" but it's stupid. Iced cake doesn't preserve well for that long. Ours was freezer burned and awful. We ponied up the cash for a babysitter that year (we've hired babysitters twice in our kids' lives) and went to see Pleasantville at the dollar theater.
Over the years, most of our anniversary celebrations have been more than a little peculiar to outsiders. There was the year we happened to be in San Antonio for our anniversary so we took advantage of my sister's willingness to babysit and went out to a restaurant we just couldn't eat at back home: Jack in the Box. Yes, seriously. We had "dinner" at Jack in the Box and then hopped over to the multiplex to catch X2. This year he worked like a dog all day and came home exhausted so I got him Mickey D's for dinner and he's been listening to the Texas Rangers baseball game and unwinding.
|Witchblade figure - and no, boobs don't work like that|
Our idea of "quality time" is me watching him play a video game that I don't have the patience to play myself. We argued over who got to read the Harry Potter books first when each new one arrived at our door on release day. Today, just for me, he posted a bunch of pictures of a scantily clad Witchblade figure because I said I wanted more pictures of his figures. Instead of singing songs or playing License Plate Bingo in the car on vacation, we listened to historical radio documentaries together. We've half finished a kit model of a Citroen DS 19 together. And we argue about comic books.
|Our idea of a good time|
Ben took this inside Carlsbad Caverns