19 Years

The sixth of June was our nineteenth wedding anniversary. 19 years. That's a long time. I have now been married for half of my life since I was 19 when I married the man. I look at my 18 year old and the mother in me shakes her head and cries a little.

But here we are.

 Since we are both dieting it took us two days to decide on where we wanted to go to dinner. We finally settled on the Mongolian BBQ place. When we were walking in a large (and I mean that in more than one way) family walked in ahead of us. Which was fine but I'm pretty sure they all filled their bowls up with peppers and hot sauce.

and then I was right behind them. Everything gets cooked on the same big grill thing so my bowl?

was very spicy. Even though I didn't put any spicy foods in it. My lips were on fire for most of the meal and I'm pretty sure the waitresses got tired of coming and filling up my glass of water.

After dinner we decided to go to a movie, because what else is there really to do on a Wednesday night in a small town. There wasn't really anything I wanted to see so I let him pick and we ended up at MIB3 in 3D.

The moment we sat down I knew there was no way I was going to make it through the movie without falling asleep. I spent 3/4 of the movie trying to stay awake and the other 1/4 falling asleep. Of course I totally missed the ending. Not that I really cared, the movie was so boring.

We came home and I went to bed and he got on the computer. Yep, exciting life. We'll see if we make it to twenty! I keep telling him I want to renegotiate our contract but he seems to think that the "I do" we did has locked him in.

Ha.