So, a few days back we celebrated the ten year anniversary of Jeff’s proposal.
That night, Jeff and I found ourselves in bed together (it was time!), and we began talking.
Me: Well, it looks like our ten year anniversary is coming up, and according to the website I’ve pulled up on my iPod, you are to present me with diamonds or tin.
Jeff: Is beer still available in tin cans?
Me: Stop it. This website suggests you buy a copy of the movie Tin Cup for me. Don’t do that.
Jeff: Yikes. I won’t.
Me: It also thinks we should get a German Shepherd. You know, named Rin Tin Tin.
Me: Don’t get me a Neil Diamond CD.
Jeff: I’m starting to fall asleep.
Me: The tenth anniversary flower is the daffodil. I wonder who came up with that?
Me: How about a trip to a South African diamond mine?
Jeff: . . .
Me: I’ve never really wanted a tennis bracelet, but I sort of feel like I SHOULD want one. But what I REALLY want is a Fabergé egg. I want the world. I want the WHOLE world! I want to lock it all UP in my pocket! It’s MY bar of chocolate!