the sermon yesterday was about failure.

and, so far this summer, i'm getting pretty familiar with it.

i've failed to upload pictures of the apartment.

i've failed to update this blog with any regularity whatsoever.

i've failed to talk about the show that i stage managed that won the coveted golden pineapple award for best evening of the festival.

i've failed to be nice to some of the children and parents at work.

i've even failed to send in the rebate info for my new phone.

speaking of which, mike and i were getting an upgrade for my phone the other day when the verizon guy asked us if we were married. "yep," i told him "for four years." (it will be four years in three days, so that counts, right?)

"wow!" he replied, "good for you!"

part of me finds that sad - that having a marriage last this long is something to be celebrated. some of my friends have been married for ten years or more. my own parents have been married for ... more than that. my grandparents have been married more than 50 years. so this part of me is a ready to pshaw (is that a verb?) the "accomplishment".

on the other hand, we've been married for four years and we're still happy. perhaps not the same as making it for fifty years, but hardly an epic fail.

and that's gotta be worth something.