Anniversary Recap

It's official. We are old, married and boring people. Our idea of a fantastic anniversary weekend was to stay home, take a nap and eat a nice dinner. Well, mostly nice. Don't you hate when you plan something down to the last detail and then have it not come out right? I made lasagna for dinner last night, with salad and bread. The lasagna was good. The salad was good. The bread...not so much. Nothing specifically wrong with it, and Tarzan, sweet man that he is, eats anything I put in front of him, but I wasn't happy with it and it made dinner less than perfect. Then there was the adventure we like to call dessert. Berries with whipped cream. We also tried a pomegranate for fun, because neither of us had ever eaten one before. Pomegranates are a weird experience. Very labor intensive. First, you don't cut them open. You have to pull them apart. You can't eat the skin, or the flesh, only the seeds. And the best part: the seeds go ALL. OVER. THE. PLACE. Woke up this morning with a pomegranate seed in the cat's water bowl. Yeah. While eating, the seeds are like little explosions of taste, which is cool until you crunch the actual seed inside. Does one spit out the seed? Or just crunch it on down? Last night I was convinced there was arsenic in the seeds - like apples have - and we were all going to be poisoned by our dessert. Happy Anniversary honey, I'm going to die. Ahh, fun times. And the juice, good golly the juice! This pulling apart business pops a number of the little seeds and the juice stains. Stains my shirt, my hands, the counter, the wall, the stove, the floor, the cat...
In the less edible portion of the celebration there were mushy cards exchanged, a blog episode and other events that shall not be mentioned herein. It was a good year. Can't imagine myself spending the next 77 years with anyone else.

This is me, wishing it were still Sunday.