well…thank you ron for such a lovely flower bunch. it is officially our 21st anniv. today…feb 1….and to you ron i say here is a short walk down memory lane. i have to keep the writing short and sweet tonite cuz of the cuts on my fingers. they hurt so bad, i can hardly type. that is what dry weather, crafting, and cleaning up after your sweet children has all day has done to my sad little finger tips. it feels like i have hundreds of paper cuts on my fingers. ouch.
ron…thanks so much for thinking of me this day. i spent yet another anniversary w/out your profound conversation and dry, crazy wit. nobody to cheer with…no wine to toast with. just arek and zoey…bouncing off couches, making messes with cake mix and making demands on me with the gum requests. wish you could be here so we can celebrate together. we have managed to squeeze another year out…..trudge thru all the craziness and still be together. 21 years and a 2 year old. what is that about.
21 years of watching me collect junk, sell junk, collect more junk, trash the house, hoard, paint the house, repaint the house, trash my cars, lose keys, lose purses, have emotional fits, go thru a million haircuts (i had that mullet when i met you), go thru too many 6 packs, go thru too many packs of smokes, stay out too late, go thru too many years of art school, have way too many jobs at once, have no jobs at all, worry about having kids, argue about stupid stuff, be a control freak, be obsessed with making stuff, not cooking well at all, not having a well stocked fridge, not support you for so many years you needed me there, spend way too much money on candles, purses and other impulse items, and the list goes on. i remember so much of the fun we’ve had, but the most fun of course has been with the kids……they miss you dad……thanks ron for hanging in there with me. i am a crazy junkin fool that is rasing crazy junkin kids….
zoey is actually clothed.
see what you are missing……..a wad of gum on my paper towels from arek……
bygone times….yes, i have an arm.
that man is staring at my ass….nobody does that anymore unless it is in the way!!!
trust me….you would smile too if you gave birth to the supersize me baby.
i miss you ron….we are proud of you…i love you. the kids love you….even if we are old as dirt.
your crazy junking, artsy wife…