39 years ago next week, Joe Joe Panoe, alias Sweet Man and I will celebrate our anniversary by going to an overnight at Isleta Pueblo's Hard Rock Casino and Hotel. We were given the room by a client at his new job. Pretty cool, huh? We can take a roll of quarters and live it up. We don't gamble and we don't drink much so I'm hoping for a show of some sort but who knows.....just being together will be fun.
I think I have told you this story way back when, but it bears repeating because every year, I am reminded of what a fool child I am. Let me explain......
Growing up, my father, the meanest man in the world and also the cheapest, would not let us set up any kind of Christmas tree be it real, aluminum or fake green until after the 20th of December. And my mother, always the superstitious one, would make us take down the tree before New Years Day. Short lived holidays for us. He always said he didn't like the mess, the trouble and the to do of it all. Scrooge. She said that her mother would turn over in her grave if she knew the tree was up at the same time as the black eyed peas were cooking for good luck. Whew what a combo they were. Everyone else would start their holiday decorating right after Thanksgiving and I was always so envious. And green is not a good color on me.
So when Sweet Man and I got married a month before Christmas eve, I told him, he never had to buy me an anniversary gift, so long as he never told me when I could or couldn't put up or take down the Christmas tree. And when I was young and energetic, the tree went up on Thanksgiving evening. And I would take it down around the first weekend in January. Long enough to be a fire hazard and drop all of the needles it could.
This arrangement seemed to be the perfect one. In fact I started putting up trees for all holidays. Never a peep from Sweet Man. He was happy as a pig in mud. Never had to shop for just the right gift. Never had to guess what size and not be in trouble for guessing wrong. One year he sent flowers and I was scared to death thinking something was seriously wrong with him.
So here's the deal..........to quote Dierks Bentley, I know what I was feeling, but what was I thinking??????????????
I now have a man untrained in the gifting skills that should be second nature to a man who has been married this long. He is vague on the concept. And I'm not talking about just an anniversary gift shortage here. He thinks that this "deal" I cut him extends to all holidays, birthdays, etc. Gee I wonder, if I quit with all the holiday decorating, you think maybe he would quit with the gift shortage behavior? Nahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you can teach an old dogs new tricks but those poor unfortunates with testosterone poisoning are beyond help.
Happy Anniversary Linda. It's not about the presents or lack of them (cow puckees). It's about the deal lived up to and honored. What was I thinking???