15 august 2008. because that’s how original i’m feeling today.
When I finish putting together our latest “YES WE’RE FOR REAL AND HERE’S YOUR PROOF” package for Homeland Security I’m gonna mount everything on etsy-esque paper and bundle it together with tiny clips and bows and turn it into a scrapbook. My. First. Ever.
We prepared for all of this before, when we had our interview at the embassy in London. I remember telling him “You’ll probably need to know my birthday.” Because we’d been together for four or five years by then and he still relied on his parents to remember the date, i.e. he knew to buy a present when they called to asked what I wanted. But I digress…
Speaking of presents….yesterday I got a package from my mother in law. He keeps saying “I wonder if you can wait that long to open it…have you ever waited that long?” And I keep thinking he’s fishing because he’s forgotten what day your birthday’s on.
In the lead up to our first embassy visit I told him to have a look at my bathroom and bookshelf. Just in case. I only use Decleor skin products and I like Mark Twain. A lot.
On the day of the interview they only ask him one question. “When were you married?”
He gets it wrong.
