The Big Anniversary

Yesterday marked a couple of pretty big anniversaries. First, it was my 15-year wedding anniversary. Including dating time, I have now been with my husband for 18 years. So let's see, that makes me, um... carry the one...OLD. We celebrated in fine style this year by taking a grown up, alone trip to Italy while the kids were at summer sleep away camp. It was a tremendous treat. I didn't have to make lunches. Nobody told me they were bored. Nobody asked me what was for dinner. In fact, I didn't cook or clean a thing. Ahh. I just got to spend time with my honey. We actually had conversations!

Sure, there were little things along the way, such as narrow, high, winding Italian roads (we were brave fools who rented a car and drove everywhere) that made me white-knuckle it on every excursion. There was a massive heat wave that required we take at least 2 showers a day. There were mosquitoes, one of which bit me right above the left eye, leaving me looking like Quasimodo for days. There was also our budding alcoholism from drinking jugs of wine at every meal besides breakfast. I swear there's no actual alcohol in that wine because we always felt totally fine. Never tipsy. Never hungover. It was like a magical elixir. Or, like I said, unfortunate budding alcoholism. In my defense, two glasses back at home still leaves me flattened, so there is definitely something different about the wine there. Other than those minor things, the whole trip was perfect. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say I'm a fan of Italy. I know, that's a stunning declaration.

The other anniversary is for this blog. Started seven years ago on my anniversary, after dinner where I choked on bread, I am thrilled to see that I still have much to write about. Well, thrilled might not be the correct word, as I am usually writing about something embarrassing or nerve wracking. But I am thrilled that circumstances arise that can help and/or entertain you, and me in the process. 

Happy Anniversary!