LM: Can you believe that we will be 2 years married in a few weeks.
Moi: No, pet, its amazing isn't it how fast time goes, and 9 years overall.
LM: Er...say what now ?
Moi: Say what now what, petal ?
LM: It's not 9 years, its 10.
Moi: Nah, it's only 9 pet.
LM: Tell me you are kidding or I'm going to disembowel you with a rusty spoon.
(madness ensues as I continue to claim its been 9 and not 10, and when the dust settles and the police have left, we continue)
Moi: So, 10 years eh pet ?
LM: You scum sucking, pig man half fool, tell me, how could you get it SOOOOOOO wrong ?
(at this point I wanted to point out that as an IT consultant, being just 10% out in timeline estimation is not all that bad, but I didn't, so as my heart raced into self preservation mode I searched the caverns of my brain for an acceptable response)
Moi: Well petal, when I'm with you, time goes by so fast, so enjoyable has it been...
LM: You rotting, festering crawler....
Moi: Upstairs then ?
LM: ...OK.
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As an aside, I've decided I detest the template for this blog, but I'm loathed to attempt to change it.
...and more importantly, it's just about a week to 10 days before we have an idea if we've defied all that's good and rightous regarding genetics and procreation and been succesful in conceiving our own wee WGCB.
How to keep occupied till then eh ?
Moi: Oh Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal.....
