“A wedding anniversary is the celebration of love, trust, partnership, tolerance and tenacity.  The order varies for any given year.”
~Paul Sweeney

The Fourth of July prep is done.  After staying late at work and taking short lunches (if any), either crawling into bed idiotically late or horrifyingly later, and consuming my body weight in Jamba Juices (due to utter failure at getting up early enough to pack any food at all), I’m done.  Finished.  Dusting my hands in a self-congratulatory manner.  Calling it.

I am taking today off.  It’s my two year anniversary and J. is taking me to my first breakfast in longer than I care to think about.  We’re going to hang out outside in natural sunlight, I’m going to call my Mum and Venice (who are owed marathon phone calls), and flirt with my husband shamelessly in public.  And I am not going to have anything to do with fireworks until Monday when I’m flat on my back in a park staring up at ’em.

C., checking out, kittens!