Today is the 17th anniversary of my wedding to
elcazavampiros. I was going to write up The Ballad and Caza and Sue (no doubt a spine tingler) but I am shagged out from SPN glee and a baby who awoke at 4:30 this morning. But I think I can sum up the perfect symmetry Caza and I have attained in one anecdote:
I will awake early of the morning and find Caza in the kitchen sterilizing bottles or doing a load of his whites (I might have the magic of Clorox 2, but my skills are no match for his ancient Chinese secrets) and greet him with a hearty:
Sue: Hey, guy! (ala Saddam from
Team America)
Caza: (without turning around) Don't call me guy, buddy!
Sue: Don't call me buddy, friend!
Caza: Don't call me friend, pal!
This will go on in unthinking, South Parkian glory until one of us gets distracted by a caffeine rush or a wiener dog doing a pee-pee dance.
Happy anniversary Caza, mi Caza. I love that you will dance at the drop of a hat to amuse your son. I love that you've told me 3 times today what kind of conference you're at (something about language professors? No idea.) I love that you sound sexy speaking Chinese. I love that you make bread and crusts better than I do. I love that you watch 57 television shows, even if it mean an overheated DVR and watching some of them online. I love that you're a total Dean girl. I love that you're irresponsibly tall. I love you.