Our anniversaries often have a way of, well, sucking. In
fact, it’s become kind of a tradition. Here’s a run-down of our anniversaries
so far:
First—Spent sleeping on a stone bench in the rain outside of
the (closed) airport in Florence, Italy
Second—Spent apart; Dave in Brazil and Jo in India
Third—Air conditioning broke in 90+ degree heat in St. Louis,
and half of us got food poisoning from bad chicken nachos in the close quarters
of a cross-country RV trip with Dave’s parents
Fourth—locked out of our lovely cabin in an orchid farm in
Kalimpong, India, after the key broke in the door; had to climb through the
window to get inside with me 6 months pregnant
And finally we come to our fifth, which was just last
weekend. It was the day after our return to the settlement from Belem, which
was itself a little tough because we had had such a nice trip. As befits our
anniversary trend, we awoke the morning to a blanket of ants invading our
house. Then the toilet clogged.
As Dave likes to observe, we’ve gotta pay for 364 days of
marital bliss with one crappy day every once in a while.
1 comment:
ants?? invading? unacceptable.
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