The Porcelain Anniversary

Saturday (March 22) was our tenth wedding anniversary.

Early Friday evening I get hit with a migraine and take an Imitrex. It's a great drug which almost always kills the pain, but unfortunately also makes me nauseated. After three hours of low-grade carsickness, I realize the moment is nigh, and place a lined garbage can next to the bed.

JK asks, "If you're going to vomit, could you please do it in the bathroom?"

I start to protest but he insists,

"Honey, please. You know I'm going to be the one to clean it up. It will be much easier on me if you just use the toilet. Consider it an anniversary present."

Grudgingly, I go and sit on the bathroom floor. To help curb the boredom, JK joins me and we work on the NYT crossword puzzle. After half an hour and no vomiting, I decide to go back to bed.

Ten minutes later, I race to the bathroom (carrying the garbage can in case I don't make it) and find myself wishing I'd skipped dessert.

At 11:50, my stomach is empty. JK gets me a glass of water, I brush my teeth, and we head back to bed, assuring ourselves that ten years is, in fact, the porcelain anniversary.

Who says romance is dead?

P.S. For the people who took the overs (all two of you), I've made transfers to your FTP accounts.

P.P.S. Happy anniversary, JK. I love you more than ever.