Saturday, September 09, 2006

Happy Anniversary

originally posted on kristyk.org

Today is the 8th anniversary of the 2nd time Mike and I were married. That's right. Confusing? A little. Two anniversaries means twice the celebration and twice as likely he'll forget. [Which he did!] He has been using my van all week, so I haven't had a way to go shopping for a present. Last night, Mia went to Walmart and I had her get an ironing board for me to give him. That may sound like a crappy present, but I hate ironing. We have an iron that I NEVER use. Mike doesn't like his clothes wrinkled, but I figure if it bothered him that much he would iron them himself. He doesn't.

I grew up in a starch loving family. My mom ironed her clothes every day. People would bring over their clothes before special events because she loved to iron THAT MUCH. My brother was just as bad. Seriously. He was the wannabe cowboy with no horse but pants that would stand up on their own. He would go through cans [plural] of starch every week. The creases never came out of his jeans, even when we washed them. I hated it. I hated the smell. I hated the fussiness and the time it required. I hated it because I was unhappy with my life and that iron was a symbol of everything that made me unhappy. Uptight, rigid and starched to the nines.

Every time Mike and I go somewhere overnight he will ask if I packed the iron. Most of the time I can't even find it. I figure the hotel should have an iron in the room. If they don't, it probably isn't the sort of place that worries about appearances. Giving him an ironing board, hangers and a letter promising to iron all of his clothes is a huge concession on my part. I figure that since he has put up with me for this long, the least I can do is iron a few shirts. I know, I'm a hopeless romantic.

// posted by Kristal @ 5:33 AM