and sometimes one's anniversary celebration must be postponed. no fancy dinner out for this girl. chicken soup from a carton was on the menu along with lots of water, lotion infused tissue, and cough drops .. that guy i'm married to was just fine with chicken soup from a carton. he's swell. and soon enough, sometime next week, we'll dress up a bit (i'll wear my newest crocs! wink) and head out for some fine cuisine. or a burger. or tacos. who knows? and what does it matter
as long as we're together, hm? and maybe we'll stop by "big-donalds" for a soft serve ice cream cone.
imagine this if you will :::
before dragging myself to bed we heard the evening motorcycle (8:30 like clockwork) stop at the signal light with music blaring ..
that guy always plays great oldies music.
and so, with tissue stuffed up my nostrils (cuz i'm classy like that),
the hubs gathers me into his arms and while holding me close we dance for about 10 seconds before the cycle guy takes off again.
ain't love grand?