A really true story

To break up the doom and gloom, i thought I'd share what happened somewhere around our first anniversary. HubbyB and i got to talking about what we were going to do to celebrate, and I mentioned that it coincided with Cinco de Mayo - a big deal in Denver. He insisted (insisted) that it was on the fourth. We had a good natured disagreement over this until I called my Mom. turns out it was the sixth. We were both wrong.

So, HubbyB and I will have eight years tomorrow. Love ya!