Mike and I are coming up on our third year wedding anniversary in two weeks. We dated for three years and then got married a week after finding out we were pregnant with Nathan.
Every year, Mike and I have more disagreements about how things really happened, especially during the early stages of our relationship. He contends that I courted him. Not true, I distinctly remember being asked to a No Doubt concert.
He argues that my first apartment was a complete trash fest with papers and laundry scattered everywhere. I remain firm that the clothing piles on the floor were merely obstacle courses and sometimes I needed some in-house bootcamp to get motivated.
Sometimes Mike will ask me a question and I’ll answer even if I don’t have a fucking clue what I’m talking about and he’ll quickly call me out with, “You don’t know what you’re talking about do you?” and I’ll retort, “I am educated and I made a guess. That is an educated guess. How was I supposed to know that Steely Dan is a band and not a metallic person?”
Other times, I’ll use what I know about Mike’s past and pretend like they were my memories like in the video above, even though these events occurred before my birth and I often bungle up the details.
We were watching some TV show about Harry Chapin and I told Mike that in 1975, some of my buddies and I went to a Harry Chapin concert and afterward hung out with him. “And Harry even gave us his harmonica and his stool sample.” I exclaimed.
“Wow, that’s really interesting because in 1975, Harry Chapin gave my friends and me his harmonica and instead of his stool sample, it was THE STOOL HE SAT ON.”