I have this theory. I think that when men go to the bathroom and have to “sit” they make the most of this opportunity and read. I think they do this because they don’t get to sit every time they go to the bathroom. Most women I know do not use their “private time” to catch up on their reading. But that’s because we women sit every time we go to the bathroom, so it’s not a novelty.
My husband is no exception to the “catch up on his reading” theory. In fact, when he heads into the throne room for an “extended visit” reading material is mandatory.
Well I could tell he was recently quite desperate for a good read because instead of the usual diving stuff, or People magazine, I found he’d left this behind.
Today marks mine and Chuck’s 11th wedding anniversary.
Eleven years, one daughter, two houses, four jobs, and countless pets and pounds ago we pledged our love to each other in front of family and friends. And today, 11 years later, I love my husband more with each passing day.
Everyone gets hung up on the 5′s and 0′s as the markers for celebrations. But somehow 11 seems more special to us. Maybe because it’s one more than 10.
I’m listening to the mix CD that Chuck gave me for our anniversary, aptly titled 11 songs for 11 years. Naturally I cried when he gave it to me. Naturally I’m crying as I listen to it:
Have I Told You Lately, Van Morrison (this is our song)
Let’s Stay Together, Al Green (a classic)
Day of Reckoning (Burning for You), Robbie Robertson (this is one of the CD’s that was in constant rotation during our courtship)
That’s Her, She’s Mine, Little Feat (Chuck dedicated this song to me a while ago)
The World, Brad Paisley (because Chuck’s a big old country music geek and he loves these lyrics)
Bad Love, Eric Clapton (Clapton, nuff said)
By Her, Beth Hart (another one of Chuck’s faves)
She’s My Kind of Rain, Tim McGraw (see above re country music geek)
Secret World, Tears for Fears (TFF is one of “our bands”)
Valentine’s Day, Bruce Springsteen (need I say more?)
Mustang Sally, The Commitments Soundtrack (OK, this one is a little personal)
Happy Anniversary my love. Thank you for marrying me.
As has been often reported both on these very pages and these, there are no shortage of four legged friends Chez Atkins. In fact, after each and every addition to the brood, one of the grown ups that lives here swears that there will be no further additions to the pet population. Many years ago Chuck talked about the war of addition, contrary to his desire that it be attrition.
Those of you who’ve been around for a while can already guess where this is going.
Yeah, we got another cat. Yeah. That makes 11 pets. Yeah, that’s absurd.
But I swear, we don’t go out looking for these pets. OK, in the matter of The Dude, Chuck kind of did go looking, but not for him, so I don’t think that really counts.
I have a theory… My house issues some sort of signal. This signal is a beacon to lost, lonely, animals that need a home and some tlc. Because I swear they just end up here.
To wit, I give you Ebi (think sushi), the latest addition to our embarassingly large animal population:
Ebi is four or five weeks old, weighs in at a whopping 15 ounces, and Zoe found her yesterday inside Chuck’s motorcycle. Yes, inside. She was literally in the bike, between the saddle bag and the rear tire.
Zoe had heard some mewing outside and thought it was one of our cats. Naturally she went out to investigate and saw a little ball of fluff and went to check it out. It promptly ran away from her. I was summoned to assist in the search. We scoured our yard and the neighbors yard. No kitty. I told Zoe it would come back if it needed something and sure enough about fifteen minutes later Zoe heard the mewing again and went to investigate again. She could hear it but not find it. Then she saw two of the other cats looking curiously at Chuck’s motorcycle. Further investgation revealed a grease-covered fluff ball.
The kitty was extricated and brought inside. Chuck was notified of the discovery. To say that he was less than pleased would be an understatement. Zoe and I had a long talk about the fact that we have far too many pets. We would keep it separate from the other animals until it could be checked out by the vet, and that we might not keep it. I assured her it was so wee and adorable it would be adopted easily. And how fair was it for us to hog all the pets? Maybe there was a little girl out there looking for a kitten. Blah blah blah.
Chuck and I talked about the kitten. Zoe spent every single minute with the kitten. I asked Chuck how much more bonded he wanted his daughter to get before he ripped this absolutely adorable fluffly creature out of her arms. Chuck figured she had to get a little more attached so that it would really be heart-wrenching when he told her that we would not be keeping it.
Over sushi last night Zoe decided that Ebi would be the perfect name for her because she’s so little and shrimpy. So Ebi it is.
And in the immortal words of my husband, “…I am absolutely putting my foot down: NO MORE PETS.”
Ari, Vince, and the boys are back this Sunday. Is your TiVo set?