Our Marriage is Old Enough to Vote

We celebrated our 18th anniversary with dinner at a monastery-turned recovery center-turned rec center-turned hotel and restaurant at St. Edward’s Park.

I thought it would keep our marriage fresh if I went to dinner naked.


Just kidding. I wasn’t naked. I wore eyelid tape!


Why did I not discover such a wondrous thing until my 45th year?


Okay, okay, I wasn’t naked.


I wore a dress and proper foot attire, which is more than I can say for Kevin. (He hates dresses.)

Eighteen years is the porcelain anniversary, which means I can finally buy Kevin the porcelain box he’s been pining for.


I never knew he had such a thing for lemons!

Chicken curry
Jasmine rice
Fresh vegetables
Chocolate macarons

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