The following conversation took place after I had mentioned something about myself (which I don't quite remember now) and MTL had responded with a bit of surprise.
Me: I know I told you about that before.
MTL: Yeah, but that was like, four years ago or something.
Me: (laughs) So how long, in nonliteral terms, have we been together?
MTL: At least ten years, I'd say.
Me: Well, that does kind of make sense. Sunday is ten months. So that puts us at about a year per month, right?
MTL: Sounds about right.
Me: Boy, that could get confusing when people ask us about it. Just think of what it'll be like when we're in our forties!
MTL: "It's been, what, honey? A couple hundred years?"
Me: "At least a hundred and twenty."
MTL: "Yep. Loooooong time."
Me: "When we said 'forever,' we meant it."
MTL: "Yup. And the bitch just won't die!"
The fact that we then erupted into laughter and ended on a kiss says volumes about why we fit each other like a frickin' two-piece puzzle.
We're crazy like that.