As of today, we’ve been married for two months and we haven’t started killing each other yet, which I think is a good sign considering there are people who filed for a divorce or annulment in less than a month after the wedding or even sooner (case in point, Britney Spears’s first marriage).
Some time ago, I suggested that if we had a boy and girl, we named them Paul and Esther so that if we needed both of them at the same time, we could just yell “Polyester!!!”. At the time I thought it was a brilliant idea, but now that I’ve given more thoughts on how much our kids would hate us for that, we should probably find some other name combinations (Polyethylene? Polyethene?). Not that we’re planning on having kids in the near future. At least not until we have our own house.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I got yet another visit from some of those door-to-door religion salesmen a couple of days ago. At least this time the person who was doing the talking was polite and not pushy, unlike the last one. I could actually see us playing chess together in some other circumstances. But, well, he was a man with a mission and probably had no time for chess and I’m not really into religion so I guess we’re just not meant to be.
The guy said that they could show us how we as husband and wife could work well together as a family unit. But the thing is, we already work well together, or rather, do no work well together (ha-ha, I’m so puny!) *glances at the piles of dirty dishes*, which is quite unfortunate for them. Unless they’d do the dishes for us, in which case I’d probably invite them in and happily (pretend to) read their brochures while they were at it.
Anyway, happy second monthiversary, baby! Here’s to many, many, many more two-months! :)