Steel l’Anniversaire
Written by mamasbitchin
Things were not lookin’ too pretty this year as far as relationships go. In fact, I have to say that it was probably one of the worst years of our coupleship. Every year we get into a big nasty brouhaha over, what is supposed to be, our celebratory dinner. Usually the nature of the conversation is centered around our goals and feelings about being married – to one another. That’s the spark… and then, all hell breaks loose. We have ended nearly every one of our 11 married years’ anniversary dinners in a hostile snit. This year – having regrouped following our shortlivedandfailed separation, and the trauma of my lackingcareerguidance, oh and the postcancerrecovering – let’s just say, we had a lot to bicker about.
And we didn’t. 
Dinner was cozy and delish, gifts were blinging, and we enjoyed the company of the other – even when the topics veered into dangerously emotional territory, it was all good. And the BigShot apologized for all the miserable anniversaries of years’ past when it was a small wonder we decided to stay together.
And then….
Mr. Scarey Crows
skull-k’ing garland
new variete’: giant grapefruit spider
urban graveyard
lilEinstein asks, “I thought bats eat spiders, not spiders eating bats?”!
When I wasn’t basking in the glow of positiverelationing, I spent the rest of the coolinglovelyfallweather weekend decorating la maison for our FAVORITE holiday: Hallow’s Eve! (yes, that’s my luscious garden full o’ veggies in the background!)
What could I do, but enjoy the love…?!
the Bitch in the house
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