Until 2 and 2 is 3

I was going to take a brief hiatus, but I thought it wiser to just blog today even though my week has been crazy and blogging is not high on my list of to-do's. Not like watching Michael Jackson coverage all day is either, yet that's exactly what I've done in between the dishes, lunch, 3 games of "Hue Knew" and tending to bitten tongues. 

But how could I stay away from the coroner's report, or all the clips of the little Jackson man as a boy, singing his heart out onstage? AAAAHHHH! My compassion for the man was stronger than I thought. My heart broke as I watched him in countless interviews talk about his childhood, or lack thereof. I'm not gonna get into the psychological stuff that man had going on, but you know none of it was good and that kind of trauma would take me an awful long time to dive into. I won't even attempt it.

So I'm done with that. 

On a lighter note, yesterday was my anniversary! And what the heck? We didn't even celebrate. 

Not at all. 

No dinner, no champagne, no mushy cards. Nada.

Because...

Bobby had a meeting and worked 'til 7:30 while I had a going-away dinner for a friend and didn't come home 'til 10 o'clock. But that's what happens when you have a new business to tend to, I totally get that. It still didn't stop me from feeling a teensy bit---ok---who am I fooling? I was totally sad. I missed him all day and wanted nothing more than to be at the art museum or go rock climbing and have a yummy meal at the really cool BYOB French restaurant in Phoenix we went to a few years ago. I just wanted to be with him. 

I begged him to stay in bed this morning. Literally. Begged. With arms and legs wrapped all around him, I begged him to stay like I do almost every morning. I was hoping this time he might shock me and actually bite.

But he didn't. And I was sad. Then I had a pity party for myself and my sad life with a husband that has to work and does not stay home with me at my beck and call. So sad, so sad. 

Good news is that we're celebrating tomorrow. 

Good news is that he is my Bobby and even though he worked late and I scheduled a dinner date with friends on our anniversary, we still are mad for each other. And guess what, Bobby? 

Olive Juice.

Our first photo together.

Our official wedding day, June 25, 2003

 (cuz there's 2, yunno?)

Our first Christmas together. Muah. I love you, Baby.

Ahem. Our self portrait kiss in Paris. Ooh la la.

My love. My life. My everything. My Bobby. I dedicate this song to you. For this year and for always...

Baby I'm yours 

And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky 

Yours until the rivers all run dry 

In other words, until I die 

Baby I'm yours 

And I'll be yours until the sun no longer shines 

Yours until the poets run out of rhyme 

In other words, until the end of time 

I'm gonna stay right here by your side 

Do my best to keep you satisfied 

Nothing in the world can drive me away 

'Cause every day you'll hear me say 

Baby I'm yours 

And I'll be yours until two and two is three 

Yours until the mountain crumbles to the sea 

In other words, until I eternity 

Baby I'm yours 

Till the stars fall from the sky 

Baby I'm yours 

Till the rivers all run dry 

Baby I'm yours 

Till the poets run out of rhyme 

Baby I'm yours