I was sweeping the carpet (yes, sweeping, with a carpetsweeper, so as not to frighten the cats) when I found a huge pile of ashes, and two--two!--new burns. Good thing it's a dark carpet.
I was thinking, "If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't have married him."
Then I thought, "I am a liar. Of course I would still marry him. For the very same reasons that have kept us married despite the smoking, and other things."
You married people understand: I have my own shortcomings. I'm very forgetful, and just terrible with dates.
Earlier today, before he left for work, I found an envelope for me.
Inside he had written:
"What would I have done without you these past 27 years? Love you very much."
Happy Anniversary, Husband RJ, from the forgetful jerk.