I just read that that clerk in Kentucky refusing to issue marriage licenses to same-sex couples has been married four times. I guess it makes sense that she’s doing that job – she’s done the required paperwork so many times she can probably process the forms in her sleep.
Speaking of marriage, I’ve got a 15th wedding anniversary coming up. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in 15 years of marriage, it’s that the smartest thing a guy can do relationship-wise is to get married on an even, decade-starting year (like 2000 or 2010). That way, when you’re at a social gathering and someone asks “So, how long have you been married?” you can do the math without pause. It’s neither fair nor accurate, but even the slightest pause on a guy’s part is interpreted to mean that he just doesn’t care.
But the larger question is what to do to celebrate an anniversary, especially a benchmark one. The temptation is to do something different and exciting. But after reading a newspaper article during a recent trip to Rhode Island, I know what I won’t be doing:
A young lady about to celebrate her 21st birthday wanted to do something different and exciting for this one. So she invited her friends to go skydiving. The group signed up with an operation based out of Cape Cod that had a perfect safety record. The thing about skydiving companies is that they all have a perfect record right up until the first “unfortunate accident.” You can try to tell me skydiving is safer than driving, but I’m not falling for it.
So the group got airborne and then bailed out of the plane, with each friend connected to an instructor. But one instructor somehow managed to get the cords to his main parachute stuck in the seatbelt back on the plane. Once he was airborne with his customer the chute didn’t deploy properly. So he deployed the backup chute. But he failed to first cut away the main chute, causing the backup parachute to get tangled and fail as well.
The end result was one hell of an exciting birthday party that no one involved will ever forget.
My wife and I will probably find a nice restaurant, like we usually do. Just being together is exciting enough.
“You can try to tell me skydiving is safer than driving but I’m not falling for it.”
Brilliant line!
Don’t chute yourself in the foot Thomas. Keep it simple so nothing can go wrong!
If you went skydiving, you could “fall” in love all over again.
Plane spoken Bill, so right.