{"id":43348,"date":"2019-07-22T15:42:00","date_gmt":"2019-07-22T19:42:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.wendybrandes.com\/blog\/?p=43348"},"modified":"2019-07-23T15:04:44","modified_gmt":"2019-07-23T19:04:44","slug":"happy-18th-wedding-anniversary-mrb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wendybrandes.com\/blog\/2019\/07\/happy-18th-wedding-anniversary-mrb\/","title":{"rendered":"Happy 18th Wedding Anniversary, MrB!"},"content":{"rendered":"

MrB and I are celebrating our 18th wedding anniversary today — not to be confused with a date-a-versary. In February 2018, I wrote a 20th date-a-versary post<\/a> and a few people have been befuddled by the number of years ever since. Sorry, y’all!<\/p>\n

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July 22, 2001, with our special cake from baker Ron Ben-Israel.<\/p><\/div><\/center><\/p>\n

Anyway, although I haven’t been able to find the rejection letter that I sent MrB as he was attempting to woo me in 1998<\/a>, I recently found this 1996 response to a Christmas card I sent him.<\/p>\n

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At the time, MrB was the managing editor at the Wall Street Journal. I had left my far lower-level job at the WSJ in the summer of 1995 for a job at CNN where I wound up working for the deplorable Lou Dobbs<\/a>. For reasons that I got into in a Twitter thread today<\/a>, MrB was the only WSJ executive who I felt could be a good future job reference for me, and I dutifully sent him a holiday card each year. I would deliberately time the card so he’d get it on the last possible business day before Christmas, so that he — being a nice guy — would have to respond during the holiday week (look at the date on the note). What can I say? I left the Journal with bad feelings and I enjoyed this teeny-weeny passive-aggressive act. I didn’t expect him to notice; it was like an in-joke with myself.<\/p>\n