We celebrated our 28th wedding anniversary this past Saturday. My husband and I have been married so long I can hardly remember being single. Oh yeah…we called that childhood. Well, lucky for him, he grabbed me early before I became completely self-actualized. Otherwise I’m sure I’d be a best-selling author by now and wouldn’t have had time to give birth to his children, cook dinner, or iron shirts. But because I mastered the whole housewife thing a ways back, I now have plenty of time to waste writing this blog for your entertainment.
So…yesterday we started celebrating with Breakfast at McDonalds. Okay, maybe that doesn’t sound as romantic as Breakfast at Tiffany’s, but Tiffany’s doesn’t give away those little Monopoly game pieces, do they? Next we had lunch at Culvers. No diamonds there either, but they have lovely rich chocolate custard. To get ready for dinner at The Outback, we took a robust, afternoon hike in the woods with the dogs. By the time we returned home I was completely ready for deep fried mushrooms and cheese fries. You may think that sounds like a lot of fat grams and calories, but don’t judge. You only have a 28th anniversary once in a lifetime! Usually. Besides, we also had side salads.
After a day like that, the only way to end it all was to start watching a new season of 24. Bated breath, nerve tingling, hair-raising excitement can only be had watching Jack Bauer torture terrorists and thwart their evil plans.
Was it a romantic, memory-making day? I believe it was. I can still remember the little thrill that came over me when the waiter delivered our platter of delectable mushrooms and fries to the table. Indeed, it’s a memory to be savored.