Anniversaries & Zombies

Yesterday was our anniversary.  Mine and Nick’s anniversary that is, not me and the insane people who read this blog; although if you want to buy me an anniversary present from Tiffany’s I would happily accept it.

 

I’m not going to get all mushy or anything, because honestly?  Not so great with the mushy stuff.  However, that being said I feel like I need to make at least some kind of statement.  To bad the only statement I can come up in regards to the anniversary isn’t actually addressed to my husband.  It’s addressed to all of those people (and holy jabeezus there were a lot of you) that said we would never last 3 months, let alone the 6 years we’ve been married (let’s not even mention the 14 years we’ve been together overall).   The statement?

 

Suck it, Bitches.

 

Let me just say this.  Nick is a saint….an absolute and total saint.  He plans this fantastic dinner out at one of our favorite restaurants trying to be all romantic and anniversary-like and what does he get in return?  A wife who will NOT stop speaking about what actions need to be taken by the CDC, DHS and us personally in the event of the Zombie Apocalypse….and speaking of Zombies, does Jesus qualify as the first Zombie?  Yeah…I’m not sure how the fuck he puts up with me either.

 

Happy anniversary, baby.  I love you so much more than my mood swings indicate and I’m happy every day that for once in my life I got my head out of my ass long enough to make the smartest decision of my life and marry you.  Also, I promise to stop taking about the Zombies. 

 

….but believe me; when the Zombie Apocalypse does happen you’re going to really happy that you had the good sense to marry a lunatic that has a “facination with the macabre” and knows what to do.

 

I love you. 

 

That’s it.