A week from today my wife and I will celebrate our 27th wedding anniversary. We have nothing planned. And believe me, nothing will happen.
It's not that I don't have plans. It's just that my plans don't include high-octane activities such as dining out, traveling, or spending the night at a Red Roof Inn. Our anniversary will consist of work, a pot of coffee, and perhaps some conversation around making out. But it's just a rumor.
It's likely my wife shares my son's sentiment that I am "the most boring man in the world." Could be. But if I am, I want this commercial voice-over:
He can open a can of franks and beans with his eyes closed . . .
When his car starts in the morning, he considers it a good day . . .
When his wife kisses his cheek, he turns the other one . . .
When he takes his wife out to a high class restaurant, he orders the slider supreme . . .
When he speaks, people wonder why . . .
His favorite hobby is cleaning up cat puke . . .
He is . . . the most boring man in the world . . .
Keep writing, my friends!