The following conversations take place from early afternoon of May 25 through the evening of May 26.
I’m at WalMart. What do you want to eat for our anniversary? Shall I pick up a couple of steaks?
Ohhhh, I forgot! I’ll get you some flowers.
(I knew he forgot, part of the reason I called him) How about I get us both flowers and a couple of heart shaped steaks? (that’s porterhouse)
Ok. What about when Jim and Nancy come over? How about a pork roast?
(Why do our lives revolve around food?) I’ll find something.
How many years is it this year?
(Later, at bed time): Has it really been 33 years?
Yup. Time flies when you’re too busy to pay attention.
(ring, ring) Hey.
Ohhh, I forgot to say that the last time I called. I’m sorry.
I’ll get you a card. What do we need at the grocery store?
Coffee beans. And if you remember, pick up a movie.
(After work, Friday)
I forgot your card.
What’s the movie?
War of the Worlds.
It’s supposed to be lousy, a box office bust. The critics panned it.
So it’s good.
(hug, hug) Would you do it over again?
Hmmmm. If I could go back with full memory of the future? yes.
Yeah. I’d have to.
If I didn’t, we wouldn’t have our kids.
I’m only eating part of it. Don’t you dare touch my leftovers.
If you cut off your "leftovers", I can chew on the bone.
Looks like you didn’t cut off all of it.
Sure I did.
What are you doing, blogging?
I want to watch the movie.
What’s after the movie?
Here’s the card I bought.
(Clink) Here’s to the first and the next 33.
(a couple of real lightning bolts, aren’t we?)