This is only funny because of cultural differences.
After many years of desperately trying to emigrate (read flee) to the England, I finally after unspeakable hardship, managed to gain the right to marry Manboy. I was so thankful and happy.
The happiest moment in my entire life is the day that I landed in England and then it rained. I was, and continue to be, so grateful that I live here.
However, after passing all of the hurdles I needed to live here in the UK, I had to marry quickly after obtaining my visa. Manboy was in charge of getting us a date to marry. He chose the earliest available day. He phoned me and told me the joyous news. I have a date! It is eleven September! We are going to be married!
You can only begin to imagine the pause before I answered. September eleventh? 9/11? We are getting married on 9/11??!??!!
Oh. OH! oh dear. It is 11/9 here and I didn’t think.
I was all FINE and agreed, of course. It was not possible to give him a massive side-eye over the phone.
Welp, it is not likely that We will ever forget our anniversary. Or if Manboy does, uh, that might not go well.
I know some of my readers were there for our understated ceremony.
Gonna be a blast this year…NO Not a Blast. Ok…going to celebrate my anniversary this year, the same as I do every year.
Love ya Manboy. Thank all of the Gods that I live in England.