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!
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE: