Amazing, but Shark and I have been married almost a year now. (As of Sunday, it will be a year.) We went out to dinner tonight at The Melting Pot to celebrate.
As we were eating, we began talking about this past year.
"Has this been the best year of your life?" he asked me.
"Of course! We moved here and we got our kitties, and I love living with you. What about you? Has this been the best year of your life?"
"In the top twenty, at least."
"Top twenty!" I exclaimed. "You're only 28!"
"True. Well, those first few years don't count, seeing as how I was pooping all over myself and everything."