True Love Stinks

My friends, we'll call them Sherry and Rob, recently celebrated their eleventh wedding anniversay. Sherry came up with a wonderful idea, asking friends and family to share funny memories, pre- or post-marriage.

I'm sure they received plenty of stories, because this is one wacky couple.

Here's mine:

Summer 1992: I went to California to hang out with Sherry and meet her boyfriend Rob and maybe get a tattoo.

After a week of wandering, watching television, and forever scarring my virgin hip with ink before ink was cool, I bore witness to the beginnings of a beautiful relationship. I liked Rob. Despite the dance he did while making sandwiches.

What struck me about the two of them was how completely comfortable they were around each other. I still hadn’t let Future Husband see me without makeup and here was a young couple in love, walking around in their underwear and leaving doors open to chat during potty time.

Nothing says intimacy like a candid toot. That’s what I learned that summer.

Their relaxing, easy-going attitude was infectious. The night I returned home to Tampa , Future Husband and I got a hotel room. In the middle of the night, I tore one off.

Future Husband had to breathe through his mouth.

“You came back to me with a teddy from Frederick’s, a tattoo from Venice Beach and a toot from Sherry and Rob.”

Our relationship made it to the next level. Otherwise I don’t know that we’d still be together – out here in the land of the big ass burrito.

And so the legacy lives on. Thanks to Sherry and Rob.

Happy Anniversary.