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The Patience Game November 30, 2018

I’m not a patient person. It’s not my thing. You tell me we’re going to go to Disney world, and I want to go right now. You tell me you bought me a present, and I want it right now!

I tell you this so you’ll understand how very proud of me you should be.

This year, the husband and I went to Greece and Italy. While we were in Italy, we went to one of my favorite places in the world: the Ponte Vecchio.

The bridge is entirely covered in high-end jewelry stores. In fact, it’s illegal for a non-jewelry store to be on the bridge. It has something to do with royalty not wanting stinky things like butchers and tanneries on their commute, so they banned everything but gold and the tradition stuck.

It’s the coolest place of commercialism I’ve ever seen. The storefronts look like jewelry boxes, and when they open in the morning, it’s like something out of a fairytale.

Anyway, the husband and I visited the Ponte Vecchio, and I found a pair of earrings I really, really wanted. Gorgeous little hoops with rose gold on the outside and white gold on the inside. They were so amazing and more than I could excuse spending on a travel gift to myself.

But our ten-year wedding anniversary is coming up at the end of December. (more…)

 

The Florentine Faux Pas May 31, 2014

Filed under: Marriage Mayhem — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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I would love to say that my husband and I never fight. That we exist as two co-dependent peas in a pod and that our morning breathe smells like gummy bears and sunshine. But this would be a lie. We do fight. Not often, and usually not for more than ten minutes (I have a short attention span, and being mad is boring), but we do fight.

A few days ago, we were talking with some friends about being in Florence, Italy last year. My husband laughed and said, “Yeah, I really thought you were going to murder me.” And all the memories of considering pushing him out in front of a bus came flooding back. I either had to walk away from the story or hire a bus to finish the job. And this is why. (more…)