On Sep. 23, Val & Ken celebrate 22 years of wedded bliss (oxymoron). We’ve loved and hated. Fought and made up. Created life and mourned death. He’s seen the ice-queen and she-devil, but still looks at me the same way I look at chocolate cake. Here’s a few reasons why:
❤ When we first met, the chemistry was magic. XX + XY = Triple XXX
❤ Neither of us like marital confrontation. When Val realizes… Ah shit, I caught the feelings, it always ends up like this:
Val: We need to talk about our relationship.
Ken: Taco ‘bout feelings? Jeez, I’m hungry.
Val: Yeah, I could eat.
❤ We use humour as a safety valve, especially when life isn’t funny.
❤ Neither of us had ever changed a diaper. We commiserated over the bum rap, and baby ass explosions.
❤ We banded together by recognizing the children were our common enemy.
❤ We both suspected our 3 year old toddler was a walking, talking middle finger.
❤ We were cool throwing a towel on top of peed-on sheets and racing back to bed.
❤ We’re aware you need to complete yourself, before you can complete each other.
❤ Ken keeps Val young by a six year age difference. In 1980 while she graduated high school, he was sleeping on Star Wars sheets.
❤ We’ve alphabetically memorized each other’s trigger points.
❤ Ken relates easily with women. Almost like he has a mangina.
❤ Sometimes we wrestle with our demons. Sometimes we snuggle.
❤ We survive by having a short memory.
❤ Ken’s lucky, but Val’s really lucky. (submitted by KJM)
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