Today is our wedding anniversary.
Well, either today or the day before yesterday. We've never been really sure. The marriage certificate was lost years ago and we can't remember if it was the 20th or 22nd that we were married. But whats a day or two matter anyway after twenty years.
So here we are twenty years ago.
I was drugged to the eyeballs. I woke up that morning and my back had this huge seizure and I couldn't stand up straight. So I spent the morning in the doctors waiting room and asked him to give me enough drugs to get me upright and pain free for the next ten hours.
Poor Daz, looks a bit confused about the whole thing. He was pretty trashed by the end of the night. We stopped by our house on the way to the motel to get my dressing gown and a tin of milo and he saw one of the cats and was leaning out of the car door calling, Marnie, marnie, and the effort of it all made him throw up. When we got to the motel we opened the presents and put them in three piles. Possibles, probables, and what the fuck were they thinking.
Kimba got to come. She was almost one year old then. You have never seen a baby fed so much chocolate mud cake by so many different tables of drunk people in your life.
My good friend Bubbles made my dress for me. I picked a photo out of a magazine of one I liked and she made it for me. We'd been drinking champagne because we were testing a few to see which one would do to put on the tables. And she threw the material out on the floor and started cutting it. I said – shouldn't you have a pattern for that, and she was all – nah, it'll be right.
It sat on the floor in the wardrobe for a few years after that. The girls used to dress up in it. Then one day I found the cat having sex with it. I looked in and there he was with a big wad of it stuffed in his mouth, another big part of it wedged between his back legs, and his front paws pumping away. So I left it there for him to have as his comfort blankey until he died and then I threw it in the bin.
So twenty years passed by. Well, more than that really because we'd been together for a few years before that. Sounds like a long time, twenty years.Hell, that is a bloody long time. And I could have all that to do again, twice even.