Eight-year-old son, Charlie, to me: So, you married Dad for his money?
Me: (Blink, blink, blink.) Hahahahahahahahahaha!
(How does he even know..to…ask..something…like…that?!)
And so I think this signals a fitting end to all the wedding, anniversary, lovey-dovey, mushy utterances, whispers and writings at this time….until next year, of course…when I will certainly embarrass my husband all over again!
Thanks for all your kind wishes on our wedding anniversary, friends. My rich husband and I are walking off into the sunset…to count all our many blessings.