Mr. Rose!

[roxy]

Tomorrow is my beloved husband's birthday. And Saturday is our anniversary. We've been together 33 years. Holy shit--I'm OLD!!! No, no, not that old, I was a child bride. I was 20 17 12 9...I was a youthful 25. *koff* Actually, I did worry I was marrying too young at the time, which was weird because to the rest of the world, I was kind of old. (Those were the Dark Ages, full of really stupid people as opposed to now-a-days. These days, the world is full of stupid, socially accepted racist-asshole-bigots. But that's a post for another day.)

So, 33 years later and it's weird, really weird, that you can know someone that long and get just as much pleasure out of looking at them, touching them, hearing them laugh, as you did the very first time. He makes me feel like a pretty cool person, makes me feel cute. :)

Happy Birthday, my darling Mr. Rose! And thanks for marrying me, that was a good idea that worked out really well--for me at least! *bigcheesygrin*

Comments

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Dawny, there are some days where I believe that I'm about to take to the streets like a crazy woman. What the hell--I knew when we elected the Prez, things would get way worse before they got better racism-wise--only the fools patted themselves on the back and said it was a new era--but I don't know. It's like it's fashionable to be a privileged, clueless, racist dick whether you have one or not.

Okay, I'm going to take a breath here and concentrate on being a motherfucking lady.

No, hell with being a lady, let me go grab Mr. R and lock the bedroom door for the next few hours. It's his birthday after all. ;)

[dawnybee.livejournal.com]

I knew when we elected the Prez, things would get way worse before they got better racism-wise--only the fools patted themselves on the back and said it was a new era--but I don't know. It's like it's fashionable to be a privileged, clueless, racist dick whether you have one or not.

Sadly it's true. It's like racist Whack-a-mole. Just when one gets smacked down for their asinine opinions two are popping up right behind them. But boy do I love when the mallet falls on their head squashing them with logic and some schooling.

No, hell with being a lady, let me go grab Mr. R and lock the bedroom door for the next few hours. It's his birthday after all. ;)

Plays Ginuwine's "Pony" in your honor!