It all seems like such a blur now, my wedding and the whole year or so leading up to it. I’d been overwhelmed by one thing or another since we got engaged. I was just getting settled in as a newly relaxed married man when my wife broke the news to me one night after work: we need to get started on our wedding Thank You cards.
There was no shortage of things I’d rather do. The night she “suggested” we start working on the wedding thank you postcards was a particularly bad one. I was already wondering how I would watch 3 games that were on at the same time. Which one to watch live, and which ones to DVR? All the time worried about seeing the score of a game I wanted to watch later. Talk about stress.
She gave me that smile that I can’t resist and said something like, “Honey, we’ve put it off too long already”, and I was sunk. Why does it seem like she’s always right?
As it turned out, I DVR’d 2 games and left the TV off. We had a nice dinner, then sat on the living room floor and got started on the cards. She opened a bottle of wine, and pretty soon we were laughing about the people who’d had a little too much of a good time, mostly her family!
It really didn’t matter much when I heard the scores of the games before I ever got to watch them. She’d managed to turn something I really didn’t want to do into a good time.
So typical. And why I married her!