My favorite husband. He's actually out now with friends from the Embassy, having some drinks and such. Don't worry, he walked there and will either walk or get a ride home.
So what's the score? 33 years, that's what it is.
Unfortunately he had to work today, but we'd cleaned up the house nice, decorated, had a yummy dinner and, well, I "let" him go out... what more could a guy want? Oh, we also made him a scratch carrot cake which is now cooling nicely on the counter. Our plans to go across to Les Nuits d'Orient for a tasty dessert were thwarted, but we can do it later. Say... on MY birthday??