Yes, our anniversary was on the 12th. But today, we celebrated. Because we got paid yesterday. But whatever.
We went to The Chop House. Just me. Just him. Just us. To celebrate six wonderful years as a married couple.
I had crab cakes. They were delightful. Despite the fact that my husband has been sick all week, we still had a nice conversation. We laughed. We talked about the past. We talked about our future. The lights were low, the waitress was attentive, and the elderly crowd of ladies talking VERY VERY loudly about poor Erwin and his prostate didn't even faze us.
Not us. We're in love! And stuff!
He stared deeply into my eyes, leaned forward and said...
"You have a piece of rice stuck to your boob."
It was the best lunch ever.