Mine is a unique marriage.
Some of my friends and I, part by plan part by coincidence, ended up getting married one year and one week apart. In fact a couple of us even celebrate birthdays within a couple of weeks of each other. I am pretty sure that was a coincidence.
So about the same time of year our conversations turn to anniversary gifts.
"I got her flowers and I am sending her to the spa." says one,
"I am taking mine to dinner and a movie" says another.
"I bought her a pedometer, a couple of dumbbells, and a football" says I.
Always the other side of the conversation takes place too:
"My wife got me a card and took me to dinner." says one
"My wife got me a game and a part for my computer." says another
"My wife did the same this year she did last year." says me.
"Nothing again huh? Sorry dude." says they.
Of course, the other guys don't have a professional football player for a wife either. That makes up for any gift giving disorders I might encounter. (Plus when she does get around to thinking about buying a gift, I usually get a whole years worth of loot at once.)
This really happened:
Yesterday morning she's sitting on the couch, the stereo is on music is playing and one of our cats climbs up on the arm of the couch and starts clawing it. Sara in her "authoritiarian" voice shouts "STOP IT!" The cat stopped instantly. The stereo went immediatly silent. The electricity in the whole house actually and literally stopped flowing. Sara gets an slightly annoyed look on her face and in the same voice shouts to the house and stereo, Not You! The electricity came right back on. Though I had to press play on the CD player.
Some think of my lovely wife as "Heavy Duty". Yeah, you could say that.
A few minutes ago she was sitting in her office. It is a pretty day so her window was open. In this particular building the windows don't slide up, but pull in. As she is sitting here, she hears a *THUMP* against the glass. She turns around and there is a bird laying on her floor. She picks it up and is looking at it as another person walks in to find out what the bang was about. The bird which was limp in her hand suddenly regains consiousness. But is disorientated so it can't fly off. She talks to it, calms it down and takes it outside where they talk, just she and the bird-mostly about the weather I suspect. After about ten minutes outside with the bird sitting in her hand, it got itself together enough to fly off, and did.
Well, yeah I guess you could say I was bragging....
