Wednesday, November 16
7 years, 11 months, 3 weeks, and 6 days + 1
My camera is dead. I've been having too much fun trying to figure out the fun variables.
So there are cell phone pictures...of our bubbly. An aged bottle of Korbel from our 3rd anniversary together. In our chic...uh...wine glasses, because we don't actually own champagne glasses. But it beats coffee mugs (haha, right Collin??)...or maybe it doesn't. We're eye-balling flutes...but they're at Crate and Barrel. And that's a good 60 miles away. And I'm too frugal to pay for shipping and handling when I could easily buy half the store while there. So what I need is a trip to visit Middle Sister...after my anniversary, that is.
Tonight is about the awesome. Us. How many people do you know that hit 8 years together, no Uncle Sam-involvement, no offspring, just two people...who are awesome.
And that's all I'm going to input for this post. We're enjoying the moment. The awe. And the pilot of "Running Wilde" - because Will Arnett can cure cancer. My illusions, Michael.