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Happy Anniversary, Mr. History
By Susan Olling

How dull/boring would our lives be without our spouses?   Our neighbors just celebrated what  I call a “speed limit” anniversary this year.  I think I can speak for Mrs. Neighbor in that life would be less exciting without our guys.  For example, Mr. Neighbor spent a day taking apart, in their basement, his Christmas present from his father-in-law: a chain saw.  When Mrs. Neighbor got home and asked about the oily odor, he assured her repeatedly that it was the saw.  Mrs. Neighbor asked me whether they (husbands) can smell.  Yes, selectively. 
 
Mr. History and I celebrated our anniversary on 11 Jun.  He’s made me shake my head on more than one occasion.  With your indulgence, let me share just a few of those times.
 
It’s advisable not to book a flight into our airports this time of year between 4:00 and 7:00 p.m. due to the possibility of thunderstorms.  We did not know this when we returned from our honeymoon.  We had a flight from Boston to National Airport that fell during those witching hours.  Yes, thunderstorms here cancelled our flight.   Mr. History was pretty happy to have an extension of the trip.  Not having anything substantial to eat since we left Canada that morning, I suggested unless he could make one of the chairs look like a ham sandwich, to please curb his enthusiasm.  An added wrinkle to the festivities: the World Cup was being played in Foxborough.  Finding a hotel room was going to be the next adventure.  All the room had to have were a bed,  indoor plumbing, hot and cold running water, and no tiny livestock.  Off to Saugus we went in a hotel shuttle filled with folks from Ireland who were there for the soccer.  Oh,  I did get that ham sandwich; and we got home the next day.
 
He purchased a bouquet of flowers one time.  When I asked him what kind of flowers he got, he said “pretty ones”.   He started describing the bouquet.  When he mentioned “purple floozies”, I couldn’t wait to see those flowers.   I think the purple flowers in question were statice.
 
We went to New Brunswick, Canada for our tenth anniversary.  Two churches were within walking distance one Sunday, and the Anglican church was open for an early service.  We sat in the back of the sanctuary.  A good decision, given what happened during the first hymn.   Anglican hymnals have only the words.  Mr. History can’t carry a tune with a five-gallon bucket (bless him).  When the first hymn started, I heard a noise next to me.  It was Mr. History singing nowhere near the tune.  I started to snicker and then to giggle.  I didn’t dare look at him again.  I didn’t want to have to leave the church due to laughter.  It took most of that first hymn to quiet down.  He said he was just doing what the Bible says: making a joyful noise.  One of his co-workers described it as “rappin’ with the congregation”.
 
Mr. History likes to cook, and he’s a good cook.  His experiments can go awry sometimes.  The pasta dish he made smelled delicious while it was baking.  However, to say it was inedible would be an understatement.   He’d added unknown spices to the sauce.   Oh, honey, it wasn’t necessary to “enhance” the contents of a jar of pasta sauce.
 
Mr. History is a poster child for the use of seatbelts.  He called me at work one day in 2007 to say that he was OK, but the truck was probably totaled.   As we all know, one of the worst times to drive is just after it’s rained.  The oil on those roads can make ‘em slick.  Mr. History was going at speed, thankfully, when the rear end of the truck raised just a bit from that slightly slick surface.  The truck rolled 100 feet down an embankment and landed on its top.  Fortunately, he was wearing his seat belt and walked away from the accident.  I was rather upset when he got home (was he really alright or just a talking head?), and his response was “the house would have been paid for”.  Wrong thing to say.  When he shared this story at work, the reaction split along gender lines.  The gentlemen all thought it was funny, the ladies did not.
 
Happy anniversary, Mr. History.  I wouldn’t trade the past twenty-one years with you for anything.


 
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