Hubby: So what?
Me: So, do you want to do anything?
Hubby: What do you mean?
Me: Our anniversary?
Hubby: It’s our anniversary?
Me: Yeah, nineteen years. Should we do anything? Go out?
Hubby: Go out? Where?
Me: I don’t know. Just go out. Without the children.
Hubby: No children? Just us?
Me: Yeah. Married people do that sometimes.
Hubby: Where would we go?
Me: I don’t know. Out to eat.
Hubby: A steakhouse?
Me: I don’t know. You grill steaks a lot at home.
Hubby: Yeah. Hamburgers?
Me: On our anniversary?
Hubby: Okay. Italian?
Me: I fixed spaghetti and meatballs just the other night.
Hubby: I know. So, what then? Stay home and watch a movie?
Me: I guess. We could put the children in bed early and watch something together, just you and me.
Hubby: Okay. Like what?
Me: I don’t know. We’ve seen all of our movies a million times already.
Hubby: We could go to the library and find something new.
Me: The library? Really? You want to pack all six children into the van, drive to the library, get all six children out of the van, watch them in the library while we choose a movie, keep the two-year-old from knocking everything off the shelves, then pack them back in the van and drive home? All we would bring home would be The Berenstain Bears and Baby Einstein anyway.
Hubby: Yeah, you’re right. So, what do we do?
Me: I need to write some checks to pay some bills, and I just started sewing a skirt yesterday. I could work on that.
Hubby: Okay. I’ve been noticing that the garage needs cleaned out, and our kitchen faucet is starting to drip.
Hubby: So, happy nineteen years.