Hub just walked in with a dozen beautiful yellow roses. I looked at him with appreciative but puzzled eyes.

“Happy Anniversary,” he said.

“Oops,” I replied.

In the cartoons, isn’t it usually the other way around?

Twenty-eight years. I’ve been married longer than most of you have been alive.

That was depressing. I need another Diet Coke.

Mmmm. Just LOOK at those beautiful flowers. It’s been a long and ghastly year, but I’m still really, really lucky.

And I’m going to keep water in their pretty crystal vase and change it regularly, too. They’re like babies in that respect. It you don’t change them often, they really stink.

And when you keep them fresh, they smell wonderful.

Happy Anniversary to Us.

We’re skippin’ this joint and going out tonight.

See you later.