The Perfect Day

Today I slept in, which was positively blissful. Henry woke up early, but I moved his crate to the craft room and promptly went back to sleep. I finally got up around 9:30 (after eleven hours in bed) and showered. I found out a cute pair of capris fits me that I didn't think would, so I dressed very nicely.

We went to buy new bras this morning at 11:30 or so. Henry likes to chew mine up. Its my fault, of course, for leaving them within reach of our little pirahna, but that won't replace the bras. Never mind the fact that the bras I love to wear date back to high school.

We ate lunch at Thai '99, where I had some good pad thai and great conversation. We later went to the driving range and then headed home. I watched "The Million Dollar Recipe" about Pillsbury's annual "bake-off," and "Forty Deuce," about burlesque dancers. Troy and I are currently working on the tub in our bathroom. We're removing old moldy caulk and going to replace it with new clean caulk. I was about to keel over from the bleach fumes.

So a lot of people might think my day was thoroughly boring and useless. Why then, you might ask, would I say its perfect? Because I've spent the last twelve hours completely in the company of my husband, and we've gotten along amazingly well. We were talking today about how proud we are to have kept this marriage going. Its been really hard, I mean REALLY hard sometimes, for the both of us. But we haven't given up, and days like this are the reward. You spend all that time with the one person that knows you better than anyone else. They remember the clothes you owned five years ago that you'd even forgotten you had. You have such a history with that person that its like... I can't even think of a good analogy there. I just have to say, I love Troy.