Married life gets off to an interesting start
Married life gets off to an interesting start

By Carrie Coppernoll

Published: October 1, 2008

Married life began with my husband's dog throwing up on our bedroom floor.

Excellent.

Monday morning marked the beginning of my life as someone's wife. After the wedding, after the honeymoon, after the unpacking, we woke up and got ready for work like real grown-ups. We brushed our teeth, ironed our clothes and split the morning chores: I made breakfast and he cleaned up after his woozy dog. So it begins.

In the 11 days of our marriage, we've survived a series of minor calamities. If we can survive these first two weeks, we can survive 50 years.

For example, I lost our marriage license on our wedding day. This led to an in-depth search of my car, which led to me losing my keys in the mayhem, which lead to spending honeymoon money on a locksmith who made me a new car key because I didn't have a spare. I later found our marriage license. It was in my purse. I then thanked my husband for not filing for divorce.

Also on our wedding day, I lost my makeup, purse, bracelet and ribbon from my hair. Then I lost my bouquet. Yes, the bouquet. It's still missing in action. When I find it, I'll throw it to whatever single women may be nearby. But the ceremony and reception were fabulous, and we had the time of our lives.

Then we left for our honeymoon. My husband was randomly searched at the airport. Then we saw what authorities found in his carryon bag: a steak knife. It was his bag, but I was the reason the knife was there. It's a long story, but let's just say that from now on, I vow to use boxes instead of luggage when I help someone move. We were allowed to get on the plane, without the dangerous utensil, of course. Then I got airsick. I thanked him again for not divorcing me.

I'm not sure why I expected married life would be perfect. Single life surely wasn't. Our wedding wasn't. In fact, nothing in life so far has been perfect. But for some reason I thought married life would be different, like the little annoyances and hassles of daily life would vanish with the addition of an extra pair of hands. Nope. The dog still gets sick. I still lose my car keys every other day. But even if our married life isn't perfect, hopefully we'll always be perfect for each other.

Even if our married life isn't perfect, hopefully we'll always be perfect for each other."