Today marks the three thousand two hundred eighty seventh day The Missus and I have been a couple. (That's 9 years to those of you who don't feel like dividing by 365.) Our first date was lunch at the Village Inn on Van Dorn Street. We had just finished marching in a very chilly Star City Holiday Parade with the LSE marching band. (Take THAT you ninnies!) Like a typical boy, I was way too nervous at the time to remember much of anything about the date. The Missus, on the other hand, like a typical woman, recalls every tiny detail: what we wore, what we ate, and so on.
It was a mere one month later that we first held hands. I know, I know, we were depraved. Holding hands after only one month? Horrors! Surely we shall wind up in heck.
The Missus and I are going to mark the start of our tenth year together with a quiet dinner at The Oven, probably followed by dessert at Ivanna Cone. Feel free to drop in at either place and pay our bill for us. (Kidding!)
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