The Fifth Year

I am amazed that the Wifey and I have been married for five years today. I am definitely surprised she hasn't hit me with a cast iron frying pan...yet. But it's also crazy that we have been dating for 9 years.

When we planned our wedding five years ago, we only had two major requirements - lots of friends, lots of alcohol. Our main goal was to just throw an elaborate house party - and just like any typical house party we had random hookups, a car window being broken, and a bloody fist fight.

The carefree atmosphere of our wedding easily flowed into our marriage.

Do I think we have a perfect marriage? Hell no. Just like I have said many, many times before - the Wifey can't cook, can't keep the house clean, and rarely does the laundry. Those are minor things - every now and then she surprises me with Shake N Bake, a clean kitchen, and the laundry is another story. But she tries. She does her best to make sure I am happy and the family is taken care of.

We'll always have our fights and I will always remind her where the door is and how to google "do it yourself divorce in Texas" but we are both too cheap and lazy to go through with it.

I think it's all about how you perceive marriage. A lot of people see it as spending the rest of their lives with their significant other or their spouses. Not to be cliche but I get to spend the rest of my life with my best friend - who happens to be hot and only gives it up to me. It's kinda like Dawson's Creek except I don't need to climb a ladder. 

At the end of the day, 5 years is just a drop in the bucket.