While we’ve technically been together for 10 years and 4 days, today is our official Tenthiversary – ten years of togetherness as some sort of couple. Wacky! To celebrate, we’re going out for a Fancy Dinner at Quattro and also to pick up the laundry. Ed’s been raving about Quattro since his (real and not horrible) job took him there for fun times and eats, so he made reservations and a-dinin’ we shall go. Exciting! I want to dress up, but I think we’re scooting there and it’s difficult to ride in a ball gown. Not that I actually OWN a ball gown, but it’s nice to pretend I do – that way, all those tiaras I have don’t seem so out of place.

I want to be more excited about the anniversaries than I currently am, but it’s hard. For one, my increasingly bizarre “job” is weighing heavily on my mind. Also, the closer we get to the Deathiversary, the sadder I am. I miss my dad. I keep seeing or hearing things he would have liked and I think, “hey I should tell dad” but I can’t. Death sucks, yo.

I sent a letter off to my “boss” asking him to let me know exactly what my status is. I’ve been firing off resumes like mad, trying to find something before the inevitable happens. Given the facts so far, it really does seem like I’ve been fired – they’ve just forgotten to let me know.

Oh well. I have an anniversary to celebrate, laundry to pick up, and I’m in desperate need of a shower.

Happy Tenthiversary, Ed! I do love you, even if you are extremely weird.