Today marks thirteen years of marriage for A. and me. So that's . . . let's see, either lace or textile furs.
Textile furs? What the hell is that?
Maybe I should have gotten him a fur pillow edged in lace, just to cover all the bases.
Actually, I didn't get him anything. He got me a cabin in the north woods. We really pull out all the stops for anniversaries, obviously.
We aren't going to do anything particular to celebrate. Maybe we'll take the kids to get ice cream after dinner. I'll be happy if the day doesn't involve disintegrating rodents in our drinking water.
Happy anniversary to A. I bet this thirteenth year is going to be the luckiest of all.