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Well to all the nay-sayers who said it wouldn't last. My marriage has lasted AT LEAST fourteen years. So suck on that.
Also stop saying nay. It's an archaic word. If you want to be negative just say no. It's shorter and it's modern and it's less likely to confuse people into thinking you're a horse.
No-sayers also sounds a bit anachronistic. I think if you want to call yourself anything then let it be "People who say no" and then you can join in with us in the twenty-first century.
And to all the nay-sayers who say that no one will ever call them "people who say no" and that they will always be known as nay-sayers. I say NO.
How do you like it? Not very nice is it? And notice I didn't say Nay. Must be hurting you double right now.
Maybe stop saying nay/no to everything and judge each circumstance on its own merits. Or just wait and see how things pan out, rather than guessing what you think will happen. Or try and be positive because sometimes that can actually have an affect on an outcome. Negativity can really bum people out. Be positive some of the time. It's easy to just predict everything will go tits up and yes you're probably going to be right more than you're wrong, because most things do go wrong. But there's nothing clever about consistently backing that horse (neigh), so try saying yes a few times or you look like a prick.
And if you insist on talking like you live at the same time as Samuel Pepys, then maybe call yourself "a sometimes nay-sayer, a sometimes yay-sayer, depending on the particular thing that I am agreeing or disagreeing with".
Also what were you doing at my wedding fourteen years ago and why didn't you at least pretend you thought it would work out. That's just impolite. You can't eat my canapes and my Ferrero Rocher cake and then say you don't think there's any future in this.
Will it last another fourteen years? I see the nay-sayers hovering, mainly because they don't think I can live that long, but come back on 7th April 2040 and you'll see me still blogging and still married to the most beautiful woman in the world. And not just because I have consistently refused to give her the divorce that she will have been asking for (at that point) for the last eighteen years.
Anyway, we had a terrific day - the kids were at their grandparents and we went to London for brunch and Hitchin for dinner and felt free and happy and full of food. To be honest, if someone else would just look after our kids every day then our lives would be fantastic and stress free and we'd always be happy.
Or maybe, just occasionally parents have to allow themselves to be people again.
Nay, it's the first one.
