6 Months

This week Jason and I made it through our first six months of marriage.

Oops, "made it through" sounds unintentionally like the months have been an endurance test. I should also say we've enjoyed our first six months of marriage.

Maybe we're doing so well because we're not held to the 1939 Marital Rating Scale:

For Wives:
Demerit: Puts her cold feet on husband at night to warm them.
(Isn't that one of the reasons to get married??!)
Demerit: Walks around house in stocking feet

I must make it up on this though:
Merit: Lets husband sleep late on Sundays and holidays


The husband's rating scale is equally amusing, and I can suggest its modern day equivalents:
Demerit 1939: Reads newspaper at the table
Demerit today: Texts on iPhone at the table

But other things are timeless:
Demerit 1939 & Today: Belches without apology, or blows nose at table