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.