It's a grey day here in San Diego, just like it was in Puyallup seventeen years ago when I turned the live-in into the spousal unit.
How will we celebrate? Well, he has to go pick up the laundry and I need to put gas in the car, plus there's a checkbook to balance, a garden to weed, dishes to wash and a floor to be swept. Tonight, it's spaghetti with friends as we admire how big their baby boy is getting.
Yeah, it's good.