Monday, November 12, 2007
Seven Years, No Itching
If I ever need to be reminded that H. and I belong together, I need to look no further than our medicine cabinet.
Yesterday was our 7th wedding anniversary.
We're not very good at making plans to go out in time to get a babysitter, plus H. has been sick so we never made it out to celebrate on Saturday night.
We also have no set ritual for gift-giving. H. always gets me a card. Sometimes one or both of us gives a gift. Sometimes there are flowers, often a special dinner is cooked. (Not by me).
In recent years we typically feel too poor for giving gifts, but this year we each bought one.
The traditional gift for a seventh anniversary is copper or wool, so I bought H. a really comfy pair of shearling-lined slippers - very manly, yet cozy.
H. bought me the perfect gift. Small, inexpensive, utilitarian, and absolutely hilarious:
That's right. Anti-itch cream.
It doesn't say so on the package, but it is guaranteed to prevent Seven Year Itch.
I love my husband! He's the one for me.