Happy Halloween to all, and Happy Anniversary to Fred! Yes, this time last year I’d only been married for about two hours. My wedding day, such a happy memory… True to form, Fred was nervous about getting married up until the very day we got married, and I wasn’t at all until that day. All day long last October 31st, I said "We don’t have to get married. We could just wait ’til next year. Shouldn’t we get married on the anniversary of the day we met? That would be more romantic!" Lucky for me, he just smiled and kept on driving (yes, I was even trying to get out of it as we drove to the chapel). Not that I didn’t want to be his wife, but what was the big hurry? I would’ve been just as happy to put it off for another year or so. Of course, if he had wanted to put it off for another year, I’m quite certain I would have thrown a temper tantrum and run sobbing to the bathroom, snarling to myself what a bastard he was.

That’s just the kind of gal I am.

Anyway, things certainly turned out for the best. We did not, as I’m sure you’re wondering, get married in costume. We talked about dressing up as Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky, but in the end he wore a nice shirt and shorts, and I wore a nice sweater and slacks. The spud was more dressed up than either of us. We got married in the "Madison Wedding Chapel", which is a tiny building about five miles from where we live. The minister was a sweet woman, and her assistant had taken care of ordering our wedding cake. The cake was incredibly good. After the ceremony, we came home, ate a small piece of cake, and then Fred took the spud trick-or-treating.

Simple. That’s the way we like things.

That’s how we spent our anniversary: simply. We woke up around 6:30, lazed around and talked, had breakfast, watched the "RE/MAX Tour of Homes" show, and then pretty much puttered around the house for the rest of the day. Fred watched a movie with the spud and tried to take a nap. I cleaned up the kitchen, read some magazines, took a nap. We ordered dinner from Allen’s, a fairly new restaurant in the area (not the greatest food). It was nice. I liked it.

And without getting too sappy, I must say that marrying Fred was probably one of the smartest moves I’ve made. We actually — can you believe it?– talk to each other. We argue sometimes, and we’ve had a fight or two. But the most amazing thing is that we communicate with each other. If there’s a problem, we talk it out. He makes me laugh, and I make him laugh, sometimes even on purpose. Best of all, he puts up with me. PMS, headache, just general hostility at the world, and he puts up with all of it from me.

Could I be any luckier?

Alright, enough of the hearts and flowers. I see you rolling your eyes out there.

The spud got a pretty good haul last night. She and Fred were gone for about an hour, and covered a good part of the neighborhood. She came back with her plastic pumpkin stuffed full of candy and other stuff. One person even gave her a full-size container of playdough. We had plenty of kids come to the house, too. I actually got rid of about 2/3 of the candy I bought yesterday morning at Wal-Mart — did I mention I went nuts buying candy, because we weren’t sure how much we’d need? Better to have too much than not enough, is my philosophy.

That’s probably obvious.

There’s not a lot more to report. Fred and I are going to go watch Arlington Road here in a little while, since everything on TV is in rerun in preparation for November sweeps. Here’s a pic I took of Spanky this afternoon. Is it obvious that he’s secretly (or probably not so secretly) my favorite? That’s ’cause he’s the only one we’ve had since he was a tiny little baby.

spanky on monitor