Sunday's post is a day late getting up because, well, I was doing my damnedest to be romantic yesterday. Six years ago some of you were nursing hangovers from the reception and the party that went on after it. Sunday was K's and my sixth anniversary.
We didn't do anything super special. We went out to a nicer steak house, ordered a bottle of wine, went to watch Space Chimps (not recommended, but not bad), and played a round of putt-putt. The reason I didn't post was because I gave up all computer and beer interests after lunch to focus on K. It was painful, but I guess K is worth it.
Ah screw it, I know damned well that she's more than worth it, but it's hard to break the shell of irony and misanthropism that I carry, especially when that's kind of the theme of this blog. Believe me, she gets to see the sappy and pathetic side of me all the time, but the rest of you shouldn't be exposed to that crap.
5 comments:
Awe! You can be sweet? Who knew? Well congratulations!
Happy anniversary!
Nothing says 'I love you' like Space Chimps.
I can't believe that was six years ago. We're so old.
Happy anniversary!
Ha! We made it to six years back in May. You two are such juveniles compared to us.
And happy anniversary.
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