No matter how I try, I cannot read that without it sounding snarky in my head! I'm so jaded!
Today is my 15th Wedding Anniversary. My wedding day still remains one of the three happiest days of my life (the births of Redheaded Snippet and Man-Cub being the other two) so it's fun to reminisce. Tonight we're going out for dinner and Mom and Daria are taking the children. Yay! Which means I need to run to CVS for nail polish remover and a razor. You know how it is. So I must fly. But I have included a short collection of Me-and-Him photos for your viewing pleasure.
This is a rare honeymoon shot. We went to St. Thomas. The Viking's family is friends with a woman who owns a resort there. Yeah, she owns it. So she offered to let us house-sit for her while she was on vacation as long as we didn't mind waiting three weeks to go on our honeymoon. First, where do you vacation when you live in St. Thomas? Second, heck no we didn't mind! It was beautiful!
A rare shot of the elusive, lesser-known, hairless-faced variety of Viking. He had to be clean shaven for a firefighting class he was taking. He has had some form of facial hair since I have known him so this was a weird period in our lives. I felt like I was living with some strange man the whole time and was so glad when the goatee came back!
Our trip to Gettysburg. He was being silly and making me laugh by sucking in his gut excessively much. And snap!
Oh yeah. This was that time we dressed up as Dog the Bounty Hunter and his wife, Beth, for Halloween. That was a lot of fun. And I always feel compelled to mention those are not my real bosoms. And look at cute, little Man-Cub as Robin Hood in the back there!
Chillin' at a picnic table out in Lancaster, Pa. Do people even say chillin' anymore or am I just showing my age?
One of our more recent shots, taken while visiting The Viking's brother in The Poconos one October. It seems every time I decide I'm going to cut my hair, I look at this photo and think, "Hey, maybe I like my hair long..." But maybe my long hair only looks like this in the glorious October Pocono Mountain sunshine.
Anyway, Happy Anniversary to me and my Viking. We've certainly made good use of our wedding vows: richer, poorer, sickness, health, better, worse, until one of us kills the other. It's been quite a ride and after 15 years, I still wouldn't choose anyone else for my partner.
Off to buy beautification aids!