Happy anniversary to me and Tad! 10 big years! Still rolling! You wouldn’t think that such an inauspicious first meeting would result in such an enduring union, but hey, stranger things have happened.

As is his wont, Tad celebrated by ramping up the obnoxiousness to new and impressive levels. Because it is a milestone year, he started early, to give himself room to really get a good roll going. By 11 a.m. yesterday, I was at the end of my rope.

"Oh, my God, I am about to punch you in the temple,” I said through clenched teeth, because I am a hopeless romantic in addition to being a master of understatement. Tad ducked and threw up his arms. “NO! NO UNCLEAN HANDS MUST TOUCH THE TEMPLE!” Aha ha ha ha. Wiseass. But seriously, this is how you get to 10 years. Unbridled obnoxiousness and threats of physical violence.  

 

Take copious notes, kids.