So, tell me Suse, how did you and Mr Soup spend your fifteenth wedding anniversary today?
Well to be perfectly frank, I have to admit I forgot it was our anniversary.
Not really? What were you thinking?!
I'm ashamed to admit it to you and your readers, but there you have it. Mr Soup awoke me with a kiss and a cheerful 'Happy anniversary' and I slapped my hand to my forehead and shut my eyes in denial. He presented me with a card and gift (a silver and black necklace) and I continued to groan embarrassedly.
My god, what a bad wife you are! So what did you do?
I got up, fed myself and the children, dressed, and left the house with my head lowered, kicking the still-dead car viciously on my way out. I spent the day at uni, texting "I love you" to Mr Soup three times in between lectures and classes. After my last class I caught the tram into the city and bought a block of chilli chocolate and a wee chocolate penguin, because you might have seen on my blog recently a little penguin reference or t ...
I'm sorry? You have a blog? I didn't know. I've never read it.
Oh do go on.
... um, where was I? Yes I have a blog. A few people read it but not too many. I'm not famous or anything.
OK, so I got home to find Mr Soup and the children there already ... Mr Soup has been on school drop off and pick up duty all week cos my car has been dead.
You'd know about that if you'd read my blog.
Well did you go out for a romantic dinner or anything?
No. We had baked beans on toast for dinner and then raced out the door to watch Son No. 1's class play.
Baked beans. Uh. What was the play?
Something about ancient Egypt. He played a messenger and a slave. His best friend's slave. At one point the best friend has to whisper an evil plot into his slave's ear. Son No. 1 told us in the car on the way home that he actually whispered 'I just farted'. Which accounts for the badly stifled giggles. Not really appropriate from a slave who had just been told of an evil plot.
But we were very proud nonetheless. And he looked cute in an Egyptian skirt.
Anything else? A romantic nightcap, perhaps? A glass or two of something bubbly and expensive in front of the fire? Something to acknowledge fifteen years of marriage?
Hell no, we were buggered. And it's too hot for the fire these days.
We did blow the roofs of our mouths off with some chilli chocolate though.
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