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Today is our seventh anniversary. According to tradition, we should be getting the seven year itch any second now. We usually celebrate our anniversary by boiling up a couple of lobsters, having some champagne, and relaxing. Instead we're going to have ribs and sparkling apple cider. We would have had champagne except we forgot to get some and liquor stores around here aren't open on Sundays. It's official: we're lame.

This morning Dave cranked up the dishwasher. Half an hour later I went down to the basement to start some laundry and noticed we had a big puddle on the floor right below where the dishwasher is. Hmmm. Dave pulled it out to take a look and sure enough there was a lot of water under the left front part of the machine. While he was grumbling about the turn of events I mentioned something along the lines of this being a particularly appropriate day for the dishwasher to break considering it's second only to the stove as a symbol of domesticity, at least in my mind. 0.5 second later I bet he visualized kicking me in the pants.

If I had known seven years ago while I was walking down the aisle of MIT's chapel that one day in the not too distant future we would be celebrating our wedding by chasing a runny-nosed screeching kid down the dishwasher aisle at Sears, I would have been pretty excited about the prospect because despite the ups and downs and broken appliances, how could it not be worth it? I've got the best family in the world and without Dave, none of it would exist.

/mushiness