(This column has adult content and may not be suitable for anyone who doesn't believe in the holy state of matrimony.)
Harry and I are celebrating our 40th wedding anniversary on Sunday.
Forty years of wedded bliss!
You know, we use that phrase a lot. But what does "wedded bliss" really mean?
Wedded means "married." Bliss means "great joy or happiness." Put together, it should mean being married has brought great joy to the happy couple.
I was lying in bed the other night thinking about how long 40 years is. That's 14,600 days.
I began to do the numbers.
I have probably done at least 12,480 loads of laundry. Which means, I've folded 12,480 loads of laundry. (That's a lot of wrist and arm action so I am flabbergasted that I have these huge turkey wattles for upper arms that flap in the wind every time I move!)
I figured I must have cooked around 12,000 suppers. (There are 365 days a year so I deducted 65 a year from that because we do eat out at least once a week, sometimes twice. I'm married. Not stupid.) ((OK. Some of you might think that's an oxymoron.))
I've packed about 10,400 lunches. I read once that if you put in little surprises in your husband's lunch box occasionally, it helps keep the love light shining. So, every once in a while I try to do that, especially for his birthdays and our anniversaries.
Just last week he came home and thanked me for