Celebrated one year of being gross old married people with this dude yesterday. This was the only picture we managed to snap last night, and it’s a blur…much like the past year has been.
We spent a large portion of today unclogging a drain in the laundry sink and cleaning up the basement in the aftermath of one unnamed fat orange cat with a UTI who decided anything soft and fabric-y was a better place to potty than a litterbox. After that we went and spent a stupid amount of money at the pet store buying fancy healthy kitty food and enzyme cleaners and a variety of other odds and ends that the internet promised would fix this situation (after already having spent a stupid amount of money on a trip the emergency vet and cat meds).
We took the long way home and ended up finding an observation area next to the airport, where we sat in comfortable silence and watched planes take off and land in the late afternoon sun.
It’s nice to get dressed up and go to fancy restaurants and celebrate in all the traditional ways…but it’s days like today that really confirm I married the exact right dude for me.
Here’s to many more blurry, happy, messy years with my best bud.