They Call Me Junebug

We're still alive

Yesterday was the 6th month anniversary of my marriage to Mr. Junebug, and boy did we celebrate. I know that normally it's considered gay and retarded to celebrate anything other than annual anniversaries, but trust me, the fact that we have both lived through 6 months together and still LIKE each other merits dancing in the streets.

While we didn’t literally dance in the streets, though I probably would have been up for that after my bottle of wine at dinner, we did in fact go dancing. My dear husband signed us for dance lessons, something I’ve been talking about doing ever since we first met. We had a surprisingly good time, and did amazingly well, considering that I have an absolute and total lack of rhythm and grace. I do coordination just fine, I can get those steps down in a pattern, but if Mr. Junebug couldn’t keep time, I’d be completely lost.

You’ll have to wait for Mr. Junebug’s entry to find out just exactly how much wine I had at dinner, but lets just say that I was still drunk this morning when I got up, if that tells you anything.

As part of my amazing anniversary celebration I also got 3 books by Robin Hobb and a subscription to Martha Stewart’s Living magazine. How cool is that? My husband is an amazing man who knows just how to make me happy! I didn’t do nearly as well, as the only gift I got him (not counting my inebriation) was a boxed collectors set of “Thin Man” DVD’s. He seems very excited about them though, so I’m happy.

That’s all I’ve got time for today, I’m trying to get three engineers out the door to a conference with all of their miscellaneous paraphernalia, and prepare for a meeting the same time.

posted by The Call Me Junebug @ 1:50 PM