15 years

I vividly recall standing in my parent’s garage, approximately 15 years ago, screaming the following at Ali, via telephone:

“You CANNOT invite any more people to the wedding. We already have 410 guests. If you invite one more person, they’ll have to take your seat, because the seating chart is DONE.”

(If you are wondering, I was in the garage because our house was full of wedding guests and I couldn’t find another quiet space to scream at Ali.)

Lunch at Quality Meats, where the meat isn’t actually quality.

Fast forward to today, our 15th wedding anniversary.

We went out to lunch to celebrate. (My food was fantastic but Ali sent his steak back twice and then finally sent it back for good.)

We didn’t get each other any gifts. (No jewelry or light bulbs, for which I am grateful.)

I cooked dinner. (I figured we might as well have a bad meal at home instead of paying for one like we did at lunch.)

So the day was fairly uneventful. But the good news is that I didn’t scream at Ali today.

Although it’s only 7:12 pm so there’s still time to remedy that…