Every day I reschedule this entry for the following day. If it ever goes live, that means I wasn't able to reschedule it. So, if you are reading this, I've been taken in the Rapture and you must repent immediately. Or I've overslept. One of the two. Okay, go ahead and repent, and if I post again tomorrow, you can go back to sinning, k? K.
I kid. I enjoy poking fun at religion on Sundays, although I must admit that it has less to do with my distaste for god than it has to do with my over-developed sense of irony.
Today is my wife's birthday. So, Happy Birthday, Abby. Aaaaaand, it's time to go all mushy for a minute. Bear with me. Also, I'm a little drunk.
I've spent the last three weeks doing "crash development", which is business-eeze for "not-seeing-very-much-of-my-wife", and at some point Friday I realized how much I like her. Obviously I love her enough to be married to her, but getting to actually spend some time together over the last day or so, I've realized that we get along very well. Obviously we're married so we drive each other bat-shit crazy from time to time, but we do seem to enjoy each other's casual company.
There's not a very non-Hallmark way to say it, so I'll just say it. Abby, I'm incredibly grateful for you. You're supportive and understanding, and yes there have been bad times and yes there will be more bad times, but there've been some really good times too, and there will continue to be good times. And I love the fact that I wake up next to you every morning, but I think I'm happier about that fact that, even if I didn't, I'd still want to hang out with you. That's a nice sort of feeling to have.
Okay, mush over. Also, I'm a little drunk.
Abby, have a Happy Birthday and I love you very much.
And all that.