Today is our first wedding anniversary – a time for romance and all that mushy stuff.
To mark the occasion, Kent bought me an advanced Italian language DVD. I’ve been learning slowly for years, but I have been thinking I need to keep it up and get a bit better, so he gets top marks for present buying – something he’s not overly consistent with (red overalls for our first Christmas, a toolbelt for the most recent, anyone?).
As a small nod to tradition, he wrapped it in newspaper. He looked pretty chuffed with himself for knowing the first anniversary gift was paper. He was so pleased, in fact, that I didn’t have the heart to tell him that actual wrapping paper would have counted as paper… also because I was frantically trying to think of a way to put a positive spin on the nothing I bought him. That’s right. Nothing.
I did try to get him a gift, something I thought was quietly awesome, which I was so organised for, I ordered it at the end of last year, thinking, “Ha ha, I am the Master of anniversary gifts!”. Apparently I am still very much an apprentice as it hasn’t arrived… almost 3 months later. Sounds like an awfully convenient excuse? Sadly, it’s completely true… but the day is young and redemption may still be possible.
Happy Anniversary… perhaps I could print this and it will count as ‘paper’?