My wonderful husband whose legal name is "Live Birth Johnson" is 42 today. (His parents didn't choose a name before he left the hospital so that's what his birth certificate says.)
|Last year's birthday cake. My decorating skills are nothing to write home about.|
Although today is the actual day of his birth, he insists we celebrate and give him preferential treatment all month. He says custom dictates that you can celebrate your birth month from your actual birthday until the end of the month, which works out good for him because his birthday is on the 3rd, but kind of stinks for the rest of the family: my birthday is the 29th, Sam's is the 30th and Kira's is the 31st of our respective birth months. When we point out the unfairness of such a system he says, "Too bad for you."
|Year 40 cake. Didn't have enough room to write out|
happy birthday. The sexy Playboy Bunny took up
too much room.
In honor of his special day I am going to re-post my favorite post featuring Mitch. It was originally called Seven Secrets to a Fabulous Marriage
Mitch says he doesn't like when I write about him on the blog, but I think we all know that's a big fat lie because who doesn't like to see their name in print, am I right? We have been married for a loooong time, like almost half my life (assuming I'm 26), which surprises and amazes me because before him I was never with anyone longer than a year. People just get on my nerves after a while, know what I mean? Not that I didn't mean it when I said, "Til death do us part," I totally did, I just assumed one of us would kill the other by now (thank you for not killing me yet, Mitch). Since I am obviously so incredibly good at being married, I'm going to give you some of the secrets to my amazing success which, in a phrase, is this: set the bar low.
1. On your honeymoon, if things start getting too romantic and spectacular, get diarrhea so badly that when you emerge from the bathroom in the teeny tiny cabin you're staying in, you find your new husband holding one of the clove-scented coasters you got for a wedding present against his face to keep himself from gagging. If he stays with you, that's good, if he stays in the cabin with you, it's true love.
2. When you are pregnant and miserable and he gets you flowers to try to brighten your day; because that is so out of character for him, and also because you are absolutely mental when you're pregnant, accuse him of stealing the flowers and then look in the checkbook register to see if he actually paid for them. Don't expect flowers again after that for a long time, but it's worth it because it's important to set mental-health low points early on.
3. Let your wife know you are the man of the house. Let her know you are going to be there and provide for and protect her and the little ones. Mark your territory and don't leave any doubt as to whose territory it is:
|Just to be on the safe side, you better use your last name, or at least your last initial,|
in case the little woman is simple-minded.
6. Laugh together. When your adolescent boy comes out of his room wearing pants four inches too short because nobody has done laundry in a week and the boy grows out of clothes at an obnoxious rate; purely for the entertainment of your beloved, one of you should say, "Hey, nice pants! Where's the flood?" which will make the other one laugh hysterically. Who cares how the boy feels? He's got to get used to people laughing at him if he's going to wear pants like that anyway.
7. Support each other's interests. If she gets obsessed with shoving live plants in jars with rocks until your whole house is full of terrariums and the moss patch in your yard is full of divots SO BE IT. If he gets carried away with installing poles so that your back yard looks like a forest full of leafless yellow-trunked trees, LEARN TO LOVE IT.
That sums up the glue that holds my marriage together. What are your tips?