Happy Anniversary, Honey

A few years ago, an awkward redhead sat alone on the school bus thinking her life was complicated. She tapped her foot, trying to keep up with the Madonna song in her head.


When the dark haired senior class ruffian with the mustache plopped on the seat in front of her, "Crazy For You" still held her attention. The ruffian made small talk, asking how she liked her new home in the projects. Somehow, she accidentally agreed to go to the movies with him later that night.

Before driving her to the mall in his strangely shaped bright orange car to see Death Wish IV, he brought her home to meet his mother and a few billion neighbors. She thought it was cute when his mother made him dust the furniture before they left.


Charles Bronson and a theatre full of his fans didn't seem to mind when the ruffian's mustache tickled her awkward cheek. She, having spent the better half of her life submerged in a world of Barbie Dolls, decided she was in love. For a moment, she believed her life was perfect.


Perfect, however, was more complicated than she thought. They had to find a way to make everything easy. So, they got married...

Twenty two years later, she sits at their kitchen table in the middle of the night thinking about their life together. Searching for the perfect words to tell her husband how much she loves him, she stumbles on a memory.

She could say, "I love that I can call you -even though we had a fight- to tell you I'm stuck an hour away on the side of Interstate 81 with two kids and the car is on fire and I know that even though you're on the side of a creek fishin' you'll be there faster than a Domino's Pizza."


Neither of them really care much for country music though.


Through snore interrupted silence a beat tries to form. Something about it feels perfect. She wants to sing.

"Ed, I'm crazy for you."