Chris and I have joked for years about our marriage being a contract. How we signed a five-year contract upon marriage, with a two-year (Chris’s) club option and a one-year (my) player option. Obviously, you can tell whose original idea this was. But it’s all in good fun.
I realized recently that our “contract” was expiring, so I made my move. I notified him that I would not be resigning, because I was more interested in joining the management team. I thought I had him – until he quickly responded that me joining management would be great! Only because I could help pick out future talent.
Fell right into that one.
Happy 8th Anniversary, babe. I love you.
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