I’m not an overly romantic person. For some reason that I can no longer comprehend, I had a formal wedding. In retrospect, I’d like to have the money I sunk into the wedding, and we could have just went to the courthouse. The end result would have been the same.
But, alas, we did the formal church-wedding thing, and we stood in front of God and a few dozen witnesses and said the wedding vows–you know, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, etc., etc. Upon reflection, though, I think there should be some more (realistic) vows added. I guess they wouldn’t sound so great in the actual church service, but maybe they could be added to the bottom of the marriage license or something. Here’s what I’ve come up with for the bride:
- I vow to pick up your clothes until the end of time, because, for whatever reason, you simply cannot make the trek from the bedroom to the hamper, and, if by some miracle you do make it to the hamper with the clothing, you then lay them on the closed lid, because lifting the lid is just too damn hard.
- I vow to recognize that you are always sicker than me, even if I am, in fact, laying in bed incapable of even moving my eyeballs because it hurts, and fluids and semi-solids are escaping from every orifice in my body, and my fever has burned an actual hole in my pillow. I also recognize that you can be perfectly healthy until I mistakenly mention that I have, say, a headache, and then you will immediately be struck with a sympathy headache.
- I further vow that when you are genuinely sick, you cannot do anything, even if you just have the sniffles. I should leave you alone to lay in misery (with the TV of course) and hope not to die. I, on the other hand, sick or well, will still plod on with my daily chores, and I vow not to choke you when I, sick and shaking, stagger through the room, and you ask, “What’s for dinner?”
- I vow to accept the fact that no matter what I suggest, you will have to alter the plan in some way, no matter the circumstances.
- I vow that no fact I state will ever be accepted as truth until both you and your male offspring thoroughly research the topic, discuss all possible options, and ask everyone else on the planet for alternatives.
- I vow to carefully REfold the clothing in your drawers each time you open them and examine each article as though you are searching for DNA evidence, instead of what you are actually doing, which is getting the same articles of clothing that have been in the drawers for the last ten years.
- I vow to find storage for the 78695746487 hats that you bring home on a regular basis, even though you don’t wear hats! This also applies to boots.
- I vow to never question the fact that you are in constant need of hunting supplies, such as arrows, broadheads, silencers, scopes, calls, blinds, stands, and, I swear I am not making this up, bottles of a substance made to simulate female deer pee. I will accept this need, even though we now have enough of these items to open our own sporting goods store.
- Furthermore, I will accept the fact that any money spent on any of these items is perfectly acceptable, while money spent on something I might be interested in is money wasted.
- I vow to never ask you do anything, because that is nagging, and I wouldn’t want to do that.
- I vow to allow you whatever amount of time it takes you to do something I finally break down and ask you to do, even if that means it takes you upwards of three weeks.
- I vow to keep a schedule of all appointments and meetings, and then tell you the times of these appointments and meetings without getting annoyed, even though you ask me these times at least three times every single day.
- I vow to offer you extravagant praise for any task that you perform, even if it is something like, say, carrying a dish to the kitchen counter and leaving it. I will also thank you repeatedly for “watching” the kids, as though they were children from my first marriage and not, in fact, your children.
- Lastly, I solemnly vow that you are a better driver, smarter, and much more tired than I could ever dream of being.
I figure I’d better quit for now before I really offend someone.
Don’t worry, in a day or two I’m going to give the husband a chance for rebuttal. I can’t wait to hear what he has to say!