Sebastien came home complaining about writing up year-end reviews for some of his work colleagues. He said it was a thankless task and really boring. Which reminded me that our anniversary is coming up.
For the past few days, we have received cards and emails from friends and family members congratulating us on our achievement. I never would have expected anything so nice, but I’m a little disappointed. I mean, what about the six or seven years I put in before we got married? Doesn’t that count for anything?
Of course, we don’t know how long we’ve actually been together because no one marked it on a calendar. But it’s been a long time. About three years ago we started telling people that we’ve been together for five years and it’s been that way ever since.
But now that we’re married, we can look up the exact date that the government so graciously offered to wed us. And perhaps we’ll even celebrate with year-end reviews.
We considered rating one another’s strengths and weaknesses for a few minutes and then decided against it. It was going to be too much work. And I already had a good idea that he was going to tell me that I’m lazy and I need improvement on getting things done. I’d write the same for him.
Usually one of us will start dinner and then at some point get bored and sit down to do something else, forcing the other person to get up and finish cooking lest the apartment burn down. It’s not perfect, but it works for us.
We probably won’t do any cooking for our anniversary. Maybe we’ll go to a restaurant if it’s not too far away. Or we’ll just order pizza.