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Anniversary in Adjectives




Proposed Conversation:
Me: Hmm...Seven Already?

Him: Seven Only?



Umm...I wonder what the seven-year itch stands for? Any ideas?



^WiseGuy^

Comments

  1. In your case, stretchy-belly-itchiness! Congratulations <3

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  2. They say the 7 year itch is no more - it's now the 11 year itch when couples start to get restless both physically and emotionally.

    We're celebrating 10 years marriage in 2 weeks today and I'm more in love with Guvnor than ever, despite everything we've been through, in fact BECAUSE of everything we've been through.

    Congrats on reaching 7 years!

    x

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  3. Sending tons of good wishes and lots of blessings on your anniversary! ((hugs))

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  4. Congrats on reaching 7 years, sweetie! So happy for you!

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  5. Happy Anniversary!!! I hope you guys are doing something special to celebrate!!

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  6. what pundelina said! :D)

    happy anniversary!

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  7. Happy Anniversary! After these already/only seven years, may your love continue to deepen as you approach this new stage in life.

    (waves "hi" to Kaiser)

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  8. Happy anniversary! For me the seven year itch was when I was ITCHING to kick the crap out of Dirty ;o)
    *HUGS*

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  9. Congrats! Happy Anniversary! We just finished 7 years this past August. And no itching so far! :)

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  10. Happy anniversary!
    Have lots of fun!

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  11. Happy Anniversary! I don't say seven year itch, I'd say lucky number 7!!

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