The first thing you need to know is that I am really bad with dates, which is ironic for someone who makes a living in history. Epically bad. I can barely remember my own birthday.
So my fifth anniversary with my boyfriend was coming up, and I sort of knew it was in the beginning of January somewhere? I was pretty sure it was in the first week, anyway.
Then I thought aha! It's on the second!
Then he said "So, on the fifth, what do you want to do?"
Whoops.
January 2 is my anniversary with Tristan...not with the boyfriend.
So, happy anniversary, Tristan my love! To be fair - 2014 makes eight years, which is far longer than any boy has ever lasted.
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| Ridiculous photo from a few minutes after he arrived late at night - already stuffing his face with hay. |
Happy ponyversary :)
ReplyDeleteHey, at least you got the month right!
ReplyDeleteTrue, that's better than I can do for most birthdays!
DeleteCan it really be eight years!?! I remember that day SO well.
ReplyDeleteIt really can! I can still remember what I was doing for nearly every moment of that very long night.
DeleteHa! Happy anniversary sleigh rally?
ReplyDeleteI know, right? He asked "so what are we doing?" and I said "um...sleigh rally?!" That seems plenty festive to me!
DeleteHappy anniversary :)
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteSweeeeet! Hopefully your boyfriend doesn't read your blog... ;)
ReplyDeleteHopefully not though I think he knows where he stands. :P
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