That's how long it's been since I first put the moves on Michael (and by "the moves", I mean I kissed him...that's IT!) So we consider this our "anniversary", since we were never stupid enough to get married. When I say "fifteen years", it seems like such a long time. I was so young when I met him. I know people get married at younger than 25, but they are seriously nuts. Fifteen years and two kids, two cats (only one is still around) and one dog. And somewhere in there, there was a hedgehog, but we won't speak of him. RIP Englebert.
So tonight, in celebration, we shall eat exactly what we ate on that night. KFC. I know...I really AM the luckiest girl in the whole world.
Awesome.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure if I should count December 5th as the day for Eric and I or January 3rd. I'll go with January 3rd since he 'put the moves' on someone else on January 1st. And by 'the moves' I DON'T mean just kissing. :)