Vows

On this day two years ago not far at all from where I sit this very minute, Woodworker and I promised to be together in marriage for ever and ever and ever and stuff. According to the interwebs, the 2nd anniversary is the "cotton" anniversary. Also according to the interwebs, in the Commonwealth, a couple can receive a congratulatory letter from the Monarch for 60th, 65th, and 70th anniversaries and all anniversaries after that! You must apply to Buckingham Palace, but still. Anyway, we're not of the Commonwealth and we've got a long way to go, but we are very self-congratulatory nonetheless.

Last night we left Buckaroo with Woodworker's parents and we walked down the street a whole block and ate dinner at the local tavern all by ourselves. This was a first for all of us. And more than anything, it was an exercise rather than a respite. But now I can say that I left my baby with a sitter and everything went pretty well. It was reported that he did a good deal of crying after he realized our absence, but he didn't cry the WHOLE time. Good! Thank you so much Grandma and Grandpa!

Husband and I did have a few great minutes of being in love and stuff at the tavern. I devoured a lovely steak salad. He had the captain's plate. We put the iphone on the table in clear view. I ate fast. He is a more reasonable person that me and actually chewed his food.

So, my problem is this. I thought tomorrow was the 20th. I thought I had another day. Worse yet, the 20th is also my beloved mother's birthday and I just talked to her at length on the phone about the massively poopy mess that occurred this morn, but did not mention her birthday. I'm such a dumbass. And so is my husband! He's the one that convinced me that tomorrow is our actual anniversary. Maybe he did that on purpose so he'd have time to get something today. Well, whatever. Buckaroo and I will have to go into town and buy something made of cotton. Sheesh.

Also, by the way, today is a very rainy day. And it was a very rainy day two years ago as well. But that's another story. Ech. Rain is good luck, right? It was a beautiful wedding. Seriously, it was a beautiful wedding. Rain is beautiful and stuff.

Ciao.