Anniversaries, Writing, and Fat-boy Pants
Yesterday was my 30th wedding anniversary. As I tell my wife, it’s been thirty looong glorious years. It was also her birthday (I’m not saying how many, because I want to live to see another day), and my parent’s wedding anniversary. As if that wasn’t enough, I finished the latest revision of my book (Now called Quarrel) and am preparing to send it to my editor.
We are up in the North Carolina Mountains with some friends, at our favorite getaway spot.
I love visiting the mountains. It is so peaceful and rejuvenating, especially after the past week.
What are Fat-boy Pants?
I mentioned about a week ago that I popped the button on my shorts while preparing to attend Supercon in Raleigh. To add insult to injury, the next day I was trying on my dress pants in preparation for a trip to the corporate office. A few pair were a bit snug in the waist.
I told my wife that the elves must have snuck in at night and adjusted all my pants. In my defense, I’ve had some of those pairs of pants as long as I’ve been married (style, what’s that? You mean it actually changes?), but it still stung. Of course, my wife’s solution was to say, “Just pull out your fat-boy pants.”
I have one pair of pants that is a size bigger than the rest. We call them my fat-boy pants because I only break them out when the others are feeling a bit snug. Another reason that I call them my fat-boy pants is that breaking them out gives me the incentive to say no to the sweets.
Unfortunately, I had cleaned out my closest last year and got rid of the fat-boy pants. I think my words at the time were, “I never wear these things. I don’t need them anymore.” Ahhh, somebody’s laughing at me right about now. Oh yeah, it’s my wife.
Laughter is the key to a long marriage.
When I asked my wife why she’s stayed married to me for so long, she said, “Because you make me laugh.”
I guess popping buttons and giving away my fat-boy pants are just another day filled with laughter for her. Of course, one of her primary missions in life it to make sure I stay with her to the end, so she only laughed for a moment and then told me that we’re going to start walking farther on our daily walk, and that I needed to get back to the gym.
Right after that, I got on a plane to the corporate office. And wouldn’t you know it, my first morning there they had the most awesome looking donuts I had ever seen. Yes, I resisted them, and the cookies for lunch every day, and the Panera Bread chocolate brownie. Man, getting old sucks. I used to be able to eat all that stuff and still thumb my nose at those fat-boy pants.
Luckily, all the rules are off when we’re on vacation (Not to mention for our anniversary). Since we’ve been in the mountains, I’ve had a couple of donuts, ice cream, and some candy. I know I’ll pay later, but what the heck, you only celebrate your 30th once, right?
And don’t forget the Writing.
I’m also celebrating the last revision on Quarrel. I finished it up yesterday morning. I say last revision, but, it’s not over until I get the comments back from the editor. Still, getting the thing to the editor always seems like the biggest hurdle in the process. Be looking for Quarrel around Christmas time.