You say you want a Resolution

Okay, it's a play on words to the ole Beatle song. I couldn't resist.

I don't make resolutions. Never have. I know myself better.
If I don't make it past January 15th then I live in a constant state of guilt.
I am not only hard wired that way I was raised that way. Double wammy.

I do hope that this decade is better than the last!
To whomever you pray - pray for at least that.

New Years Eve is my anniversary. I have never liked NY's Eve so when we were picking dates to get married I knew only 1 thing for sure about dates, I wanted it by the end of the year for the romantic idea of taxes. (we were already living in sin you see)

Then my husband suggested running off to our favorite place in Jamaica and getting married on NY's Eve in the warmth of a place we like to call home. He reminded me how every year we get harassed when we turn down party invitations and social events on that date. Friends do not understand our desire to stay home or to do something quiet. He said to me that this way we have a good excuse like, "Oh thank you for the invitation but it's our anniversary and we have plans." And besides he said, "Then we'll like that day"
Holy shit, the man was brilliant and here we are 16 yrs later and it never fails to work.
No one has a come back to bug us after that and it is simply divine.

We had a wonderful evening at home.
Dog had gone to doggie day care during the day and that wipes her out. (that was the plan)
That means she comes home, eats and then collapses for the night on her bed.
For the owners of a puppy this is a lovely evening.

We made a nice dinner, we opened way too many bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon, put on the stereo and danced. We even watched a movie. We had a ball. At one point we laughed so hard I could barely catch my breath. I remember telling him that we had to write this down because we won't remember what was so funny tomorrow. We didn't write it down and we don't remember it all. But it was apparently funny to a couple of drunken fools.

We met in 1987, dated briefly, (2 weeks) and then I moved 2 hrs away and to another state.
We talked every day on the phone - in fact several times a day. Our phone bills were crazy high.
We each dated other people and would share our war stories.
He was just my friend and vice verse.
When I needed a date for a good friends wedding I asked him to come and pretend he was my boyfriend. (I was in between guys then) I didn't want to be the only single person there. At the age I was I thought that would be traumatic. Seems so silly now. That is one of the good things about age, those silly things just don't matter anymore.

When I moved to a new apartment I remember calling him to bitch and boy did I bitch.
I bitched about the damn movers not bringing my stuff for another couple of days. He laughed and said I would get by. But I was all dramatic about only having a pillow and 1 suitcase of clothes and toiletries. What would I wear to work? I went out and bought a bottle of gin and some limes and realized all I had until the movers got there were plastic knives. They don't cut limes I complained. How didn't he just bitch slap me? What a brat.
Who showed up at my door 1 1/2 hrs later? I had a knock on my door and when I asked who it was he said, Knife delivery. I should have known I would marry this guy but I was clueless.

So I have been friends with Rick for 23 years come April. I lived with him for 3 years and have been married to him for 16 years.
And ya know what? ......I would do it all over again in a heart beat!