Spent another Friday evening at the Mink Eye, this one being the anniversary edition. Yes, this Wednesday marks one year that I've been married, and in confidence, I'll tell you - my .01 readers - that these last 2 have been the hardest of my life. And that's saying something. Of course, you wouldn't know because you don't know my life story, and I wouldn't dream of boring you with such, but take it as truth - it's been rough.
In the same sense, I suppose I count it as my most rewarding couple of years in some strange way, being that I made it through without more than a couple of new gray hairs. No one knows better than me that old cliché 'marriage isn't all a bed of roses.' (Such a mild way of putting it - you know, in the like-giving-a-whale-a-tic-tac sort of way. I know - not the correct sort of analogy, but you get my drift.)
My life seems to be more like the flower bed - I keep trying to get the soil right, but each time they won't grow. God knows, the soil gets plenty of organic matter and water, possibly too much from both sides? And sometimes, I feel as if I've just been gardening in true Morticia fashion.
I don't expect to see a perfect sterling - at the risk of sounding like a Poison record, every rose should have it's thorns - but being able to sit back and enjoy a pretty little bloom here and there makes it all worth the effort.
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