Married 23 years today. We're celebrating with new brakes (and possibly dinner in town).
'Selfless'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Woohoo!
Porch light painted. Now to wait for it to be dry enough to put the glass in and rehang.
Congratulations, Amy!
Congrats, Amy! I'm pretty sure 23 is the brakes anniversary.
Happy Anniversary, Amy!
You've been married almost as long as I've been in this apartment.
Well, if you can't get a root with your man, I guess brakes are a perfectly cromulent substitution. Congrats on your longevity!
(My sister does not have a Simpsons-enhanced vocabulary. This makes things kinda slow sometimes. I think she's up to speed on cromulent, but apparently I perplexed her with glayvin the other day. I don't understand how we're related)
Happy Anniversary, Amy and Husband!
I think I'm having an inappropriately close relationship with the entire staff of my local Enterprise Rent a Car. This has to stop. Where the fuck is my title?
Thanks, people! I'm pleased that we still like each other a lot.
Happy anniversary, Amy!
I am ignoring my coworker who's been working for hours on something that was done when I read it yesterday, and counting down the minutes until I can leave.
Where the fuck is my title?
Is it on your head? Or is that just the answer for glasses.