Cue That Hanson MmmmmBop Song - It's About To Get All Romantic Up In Here

I like to tell my husband that "our song" is MmmBop by Hanson because that was the first song I remember us hearing together on our first date. We were at a baseball game and it came on over the speakers pre-game. He does not appreciate this at all. I distinctly remember him not appreciating it at the time either.

Which is why I enjoy bringing it up.

Anywho, this weekend is our 4th wedding anniversary. Cue Barry White? The only band we agree on is the Smashing Pumpkins. Not the most romantic group.

If we tried to actually pick a song, I know it wouldn't go well.

I'd be all Joshua Radin! And he'd be all zzzzzzzzzz snore snore zzzzzzzzzzz and then he'd say Chevelle and I'd just keep repeating "What is wrong with you?" indignantly over and over again.

Then, I'd yell "Those lyrics better not make you think of our love!" all dramatically and storm out of the room.

And scene.

If he says something about Weezer after reading this, I am going to punch him in the nuts. Not that Weezer is bad. I don't hate Weezer. But no.

How did I just go from fondly thinking about our wedding anniversary to threatening the hubby with a groin injury? I don't know, but if you start humming MmmBop, the mood in the room stabilizes and I dare you not to secretly enjoy those sweet chirpy lady voices that can only come from pre-teen boys.

What are we going to do? We're not really into elaborate anniversaries. Usually I at least get him a card. Didn't even do that this year. I am making his favorite meal. Does that count for anything? Can we ignore the fact that I would be doing that even if it wasn't our anniversary?

I don't expect any presents and have no problems with that. Cross my heart. He used to get me flowers but once we got married and were living together, the pets seemed to sense that prettiness was to be eliminated. Which is adorable and hilarious but isn't something we should encourage.

Everything always would seem very innocent.

Their eyes give them away. They scream, "Please leave the room for a minute!"

Then, they try to prove their innocence. A delicate sniff?

Surely I see their poise and how responsible they all are.

And... Turn my head away for one second.

Something like this is always happening when I look back.

So no on the flowers. I like candy and that's been a winner in the past but we have Christmas candy right now. I don't really need more candy. You're probably thinking, "But you can always use more candy!" which is true but I have a couple bags of candy. I'd want like a pie or a cake to break up all the candy. Pie is not a good anniversary gift. It is a bad anniversary gift. I don't know a lot, but I know that much.

I hope every year for no jewelry and have been lucky so far. I'm not a jewelry girl, but even if I was, there is just so much bad out there that I know he would find me impossible to buy for. Thankfully, he figured that out early in our relationship when the whole engagement ring thing happened. He wanted to buy me one, but I wanted my grandmother's ring. I think he was disappointed. Once he really understood, though, he was as happy with it as I was, which was pretty damn happy. And you can't beat free. 

Even now, we see ads on tv and I lose my mind over things like "chocolate diamonds". If I wanted diamonds that looked like they were dirty... Like they were bought at the Goodwill of Diamonds Store... Like the new hire at Jared happens to be colorblind (and probably deaf and mute)...

LIKE THEY WERE DIPPED IN SH*T...

Please shoot me.

Do not get me started on the other ad that is running every five minutes this year. Jane Seymour's jewelry line. Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman has lost her mind over that double heart, sands through the hourglass, drawn with her non-dominant hand looking design. It looks like a 3 year old drew it.

Did you know she also paints this design on CANVASES LARGE AND SMALL and sells these "paintings" for a ton of money? Oh, art. How you like to torture me.

The other big thing this year? Chunky jewelry sold by the bead and charm. Lots of mixed colors and metals. Now, I like my chunky jewelry, sure. I do not, however, like my chunky jewelry to be sold by a high end, galleria-type store. I am supposed to believe that now, since it was 400 bucks instead of 5, it is classy fancy time jewelry. Really?

Really?

REALLY?

Really.

I know a lot of woman love jewelry, and a lot of women look stunning in the types of pieces that I have listed. We all have our own unique tastes. It's just not for me.

What is for me? Maybe having the hubby stop at Sam's Club on his way home from work so I have one less errand to run this weekend. That would be so great. Sadly, I am not kidding. We need lots of romantic things? Okay, so what we need are items like paper towels, frozen pizza, and dog food. To make our house a home! TO MAKE OUR HOUSE A HOME!

Didn't think I could turn it all upside down like that and make it about love, did ya? I'm getting so good at this whole blogging about romance thing! Wow! I'm impressing myself!

Now, that's impressive!