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The Pirate and I are breakfast people who love sleep. This is unfortunate, because if you really love sleep and have a day job, you tend to wake up a little to late to have a really good breakfast.

Today's our anniversary. We've only been married for a year, but he fits so seamlessly into our lives (mine and the girls') that I can hardly remember what it was like before him. I have vague memories of a series of grisly train wrecks, but those are only dim memories now.

Neither dinner nor lunch is really practical for us today, and won't be for about a week. The Pirate has been empanelled as a juror and didn't have to be in court until 9:30 today, so we had breakfast together. And not just breakfast, but breakfast at a very attractive, quiet, inexpensive place with excellent food. We held hands and smiled and talked and grooved, and then I drove him to the court.

I get to see him tonight after work. And tomorrow. And the day after. Forever.

Lucky me!


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Feb. 11th, 2004 10:56 am (UTC)
I need to start eating breakfast again.
Feb. 11th, 2004 11:11 am (UTC)
Happy anniversary sweetie! (I may be on my way into turning into a bitter old hag, but thankfully I can still be happy for others' happiness.)
Feb. 11th, 2004 11:48 am (UTC)
You say "bitter old hag" like it's a bad thing.

If you're bitter, it's because you have lots of life experiences and have gleaned a lot of wisdom from them. That your wisdom consists of the awareness that most people are idiots is not your fault.

If you're old, it means that you've been good enough to yourself (and smart enough) to have kept body and soul together this long.

If you're a hag, it means that you have the grace to let yourself age naturally, rather than giving in to the societal pressure that says you must be in your early 20s until death.

All the people I've ever thought were really cool have been at least 50 when they hit their stride. I'm one of those people who couldn't wait to get old, so I started practicing early.

And while I'm at it - get off my lawn, ya goddamn kids with yer crazy jungle music!
Feb. 12th, 2004 09:32 am (UTC)
Re: git offa my lawn
You forgot, "...with your pants down to here"

Why, back in my day we showed respect! You kids, you don't know anything anymore...
Feb. 13th, 2004 06:11 pm (UTC)
This is so sweet!
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