A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person*

I was a girl when I married. A fresh-faced, twenty-two year old bride.

I knew nothing of life, really, but I was in love.



A quarter of a century later I am still in love.



And suck it people, I can still fit in the dress!



*~Mignon McLaughlin

Momentous dates that passed by without comment while we were on vacation

June 21st was the summer solstice, my favorite day of the year. As a warm weather loving, outdoor dining, gardening, sun worshipping fiend this is my favorite time of year.

AND

June 22nd was our twenty third wedding anniversary. *pauses , waits for applause to die down* I have lived with this man for half my life. I squeeze my eyes shut and I can remember the girl that walked down the aisle that day in June. She was twenty two, far too young to get married, and very naive. (Aren't all twenty two years olds?)

It took that girl many years to grow up and realize a thing or two about marriage. And even thought the Saint was twenty eight years old that June day, that's not fully grown yet either now is it? So I guess they learned some things together.

While you would undoubtedly gain vast insights on connubial bliss where I to share what we've learned I'll save that for another day. Because I'm so excited!!!!

You do remember the significant wailing and gnashing of teeth that has been going on around here over my P.O.S. desk top don't you? Well look what was waiting for me when I got home last night!!!

And such a sweet and sentimental note!

(I always get you flowers for our anniversary....This Counts!)

So instead of ripping the hair out of my head in the office, I'm clicky clacking away from the comfort of the sofa while enjoying a cup of coffee. Don't you just LOVE happy endings?

Three Weeks

Three weeks from today I'm going to be on a beach in Mexico.

Three weeks from today I'm going to be on a beach in Mexico at a lovely resort.

Three weeks from today I'm going to be on a beach in Mexico at a lovely resort, with the Saint.

Three weeks from today I'm going to be on a beach in Mexico at a lovely resort, with the Saint, on a trip that someone else is paying for.

Winter? Can just kiss.my.ass.

Dinner is served

This is the dinner I fixed tonight:



Gemelli tossed with Alfredo Sauce (sprinkled w/ crisped Pancetta)
Green Salad with Red Wine Vinaigrette
Fresh Rosemary Olive Oil Bread




The best part of this meal?





OK - yes, the wine. BESIDES that! The Bread!

Do you know why? Because at my local grocery the 13th loaf is FREE!!!!! (And let's just say I buy a whole lot of bread.)

FREE I tell you! And why does this excite me in inexplicable ways?

1. I don't bake. There would be no fresh bread in my home without the all lovely bread bakers.

And B. If there is a better feeling than running into the market on your way home from the office to pick up that last minute something to complete the meal you are feeding your family... and it's free? Give me a prescription and I won't need my meds.