Behind Every Good Marriage is a Big Dork!

Three years later we're still walking down that path of life together, holding hands, shakin' our booties. Well, maybe not shakin' our booties, I've never been quite good at that. Plus, the Beloved Spouse has butt issues. *which I have been strictly banned from blogging about, darn it all. * Sad as this may be, our story is still award winning- receiving five Pepsi's at the least, or popcorns, or stars, or whatever... I just usually prefer Pepsi... but no matter ...

Of course the Beloved Spouse's proposal was off the roof, gangsta style -

no sorry, I just had to make fun of myself for saying "off the roof".

The Beloved Spouse got down on one knee and popped the question at a Jazz game, while thousands of fans cheered. Amidst the feelings of joy, love, embarrassment, and nausea, the Jazz Bear had to remind me to say YES. He did this by grabbing my head; shaking it vigorously up and down.

Technically I guess he never proposed. The little Bear did. When you push on its paw it declares, "Not -So Domestic Goddess, I love you. Will you marry me?"

Oh, I am a sucker for the mush - and the Beloved Spouse truly knows how to cheese it up.

This year for our anniversary we flew to Las Vegas for some brief anniversary love.

You know, we can do this because we are totally loaded. Or maybe we just went to one of those time share seminars where they give you a free trip for attending. You decide-

Unfortunately, what happens in Vegas really stays in Vegas. Case and point - our camera. These are the only two ridiculous photos we have of the whole event. Now you all know how much I enjoy singing opera on thrill rides.

Our free hotel accommodations, or maybe just the scary, dirty, smokey motel that we chose to sleep in because we are penny pincher's, was an adventure. And we may have even tried to live through those evenings of second hand smoke bliss and the inch of water all over the bathroom floor - due to a leaky shower faucet - but, shoot dog. I called the front desk and asked if they possibly had a non-smoking room that we could be transferred to. They said, "You are in a non-smoking room."

Odd, I thought while glancing over at the ash tray sitting innocently on the table. I responded, "Why is there an ash tray in a non-smoking room?"

"Well, everyone kept smoking in our non-smoking rooms, so we had to start putting ash trays in them."

Well gosh, that's just pure genius if you ask me.

Using a coupon we found in our delightful non-smoking, ash tray filled room, we made a reservation elsewhere.

It was pretty mellow from this point on. We did lots of sight seeing, didn't gamble... very much, and just enjoyed being together. The Beloved Spouse and I have one sure thing going in our favor - we are pals. Even though our anniversary pictures were lost I am sure they would slightly resemble these. Because being dorks is what we do best - here, there, and everywhere. About a month ago we were doing a photo shoot of how our lips are on two totally different ends of the spectrum. The Beloved Spouse having an abundance thereof and me well... I don't think I have lips maybe just ips?
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Mine kind of look more like a hot pot, a geyser if you will - Bumpy with a spout? Yikes!
The morale to the story is- Dorkiness plus all that other fantastic juicy crap = happy successful marriage.I love you dear!