15 years ago, I met a guy at at a happy hour. He was with one friend and claimed to be “celebrating” his 30th birthday.
Coming from a family that does decade birthdays big, I remember thinking, “how sad that you’re hanging out at a bar with your loser friend on your 30th birthday!”
That guy and I dated and hung out for about a year and, one day, in passing, he mentioned that he had a birthday coming up. He would be 32.
Nuh uh! You’re going to be 31! I met you on your 30th birthday- remember!
We argued for about 15 minutes about his age until he eventually pulled out his driver’s license to prove to me that he was, indeed, already 31!
13 years ago, today, I married that old man.
Happy Anniversary, you big fat liar!
Happy Anniversary!
Happy Day!
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Happy Anniversary. And many happy returns of the day.
Happy Happy Anniversary to you and yours!
how very interesting… my husband lied to me at the time of our meeting, too! maybe that’s the secret to a long lasting marriage. i am approaching 19 longggggggggg, oh, i mean blissful, years!
happy anniversary, you beautiful bride.
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Happy Anny!
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Happy Anniversary!
Happy Anniversary (Btw, you were a beautiful bride!!)