Happy Anniversary

A former girlfriend congratulated Bee on "getting out of the headlights".  Naturally, I couldn't resist.

I celebrated two milestones this last week . . .


First: last Saturday marked my one-year anniversary of being a full-time housewife.  I celebrated it by spending the entire day at the rental house rebuilding the bathroom floor where the toilet was slowly sinking into the crawl space.  Yay!  But after that was done, I met up with some of my former co-workers for an all-you-can-eat (my favorite type of food!) buffet.

As my co-workers discussed recent events at my former place of employment, I was reminded again of how glad I am to no longer be working there.  This last year has been so fun and stress-free (the rental house and freak-outs not withstanding), and I am so lucky I've had the chance to be home with Mr. C and spend more time with Bee.  I remember how tortured I was coming to the decision to quit, and it's turned out to be the best decision of my life.

My second milestone is that, as of last Friday, Bee and I have been married for five years.  We celebrated by having a romantic lunch in the park whilst Mr. C threatened to spill red juice and throw my personal items in the trash can.  That night, after Mr. C was asleep, we left him in the care of S.B. and snuck to a local tropical-themed restaurant so that I could order the girliest drink on the menu (Pineapple Upside Down Cake) and we could recount some of the highlights of the last five years.  We've been married long enough that we could sort of snort our way through the sappiness of the highlights, but know we still love each other anyway.

Our larger celebration had come the previous Saturday, when we attended a fundraiser for our farmer's market.  It was a five-course dinner created with ingredients from local farms and ranches.  My favorite course was the palette-cleansing poached pear nestled on a dollop of ricotta and served with a hunk of honeycomb.  Sure, I had to discretely spit out a wad of beeswax into my napkin . . . but it was worth it.

The real trouble with the dinner came in the form of the wines they served with every course.  A Guy Who Knew About Wines came out as each course was served and explained why he chose to 'pair' that wine with that course.  I've never appreciated wine (unless it's in a wine cooler), so I pretty much thought the Master Winer was spouting crap; however, this was our uber-special Five Year Anniversary Five-Course Meal, so I was determined to choke down each successive libation.

That determination lasted all of half of the first glass, at which point the room began to spin . . . which was particularly troubling since we were dining outdoors.  Also, I noted that Bee was really enjoying his wine, which was my subtle cue to take on the role of designated driver.  As such, I only took a sip of the remaining four wines, and am happy to report that the stars had stopped dancing around by the time we headed to the car.

There was a live auction (complete with fantastic auctioneer), which was thrilling for me to watch, as I've never seen one.  Bee, showing admirable restraint (considering his condition), only bid on one item (a C.S.A. membership), but gave it up pretty early.

I must say, however, that the best entertainment took place as we returned home.  When he's buzzed, Bee is incapable of walking: he finds it necessary to trot or strut or skip.  And he has trouble holding a sane conversation, instead jumping randomly from subject to subject and punctuating his points with more sound effects than is usual (even for him).  It's really quite amusing. 

In the midst of a deep philosophical discussion on Bleu cheese, he suddenly swung around to me and said, "But, all in all, it's been a great five years, and I'd marry you all over again."

I couldn't agree more.