Cross another one off the list. Another anniversary, that is. M and I celebrated our third anniversary yesterday, which also means that it has also been a whopping seven years since T dragged us out onto an island in the middle of the Mississippi River. We count that little field excursion as our "first date" even though there was nothing date-like about it. It was chilly, and T was sick, and M's contacts nearly froze to his eyeballs overnight. I wouldn't change a thing about it.
Anyway, it's been a great three years, full of grown-up things like buying a house, and getting a dog, and having a baby.
In celebration, I grilled fajitas and drank a really good beer (Jack's Pumpkin Spice Ale) and made a pink cake. Well, a chocolate cake with pink icing. In case you're not lucky enough to have been on the receiving end of any of my rantings about our wedding cake, count yourself blessed as I'm about to explain...our wedding cake was supposed to be pink. Granted, it was pink, but it was such a light shade of pink that it looked like a regular white cake. There is absolutely nothing wrong with a traditional white wedding cake. Not a thing in the world. The problem is that mine was supposed to be pink. I made up for the great travesty yesterday by making one. Now I can get over it. I even added raspberry for M as that was the filling in his groom's cake. So, another year down...
Happy Wednesday, folks.