MrB and I are celebrating our 18th wedding ceremony anniversary as of late — to not be perplexed with a date-a-versary. In February 2018, I wrote a 20th date-a-versary put up and a couple of other folks had been befuddled via the choice of years ever since. Sorry, y’all!

July 22, 2001, with our particular cake from baker Ron Ben-Israel.

Anyway, even if I have never been ready to seek out the rejection letter that I despatched MrB as he used to be making an attempt to woo me in 1998, I latterly discovered this 1996 reaction to a Christmas card I despatched him.

On the time, MrB used to be the managing editor on the Wall Boulevard Magazine. I had left my a long way lower-level process on the WSJ in the summertime of 1995 for a role at CNN the place I wound up operating for the deplorable Lou Dobbs. For causes that I were given into in a Twitter thread as of late, MrB used to be the one WSJ government who I felt generally is a just right long term process reference for me, and I dutifully despatched him a vacation card every 12 months. I might intentionally time the cardboard so he’d get it at the final imaginable industry day sooner than Christmas, in order that he — being a pleasing man — must reply all the way through the vacation week (have a look at the date at the observe). What can I say? I left the Magazine with unhealthy emotions and I loved this teeny-weeny passive-aggressive act. I did not suppose he spotted; it used to be like an in-joke with myself.

I no doubt did not expect that the ones playing cards would result in courting in 1998 and a marriage in 2001.

A large number of WSJ other folks attended the marriage, together with the man who wrote one of the vital worst efficiency opinions of all timeOF ALL TIME! — about me. He graciously wanted us neatly. To suppose I used to be entertained via the vacation card factor! If I had recognized what used to be coming, I might have laughed my head off.

I suppose my dating recommendation is that vacation playing cards are higher despatched late-ish than by no means. Nah, in truth, my easiest recommendation is to offer further attention to people who find themselves sort to pets.

My oldsters’ rescue Peke Molly is the black canine. My canine, Mr. Chubbs, is at the proper.

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