Last night we celebrated eighteen months of love. I like to say that eighteen of anything is amost twenty. And I think that almost twenty of anything is pretty darn supercallifragilisticexpialidocious (as Mary Poppins likes to say).
I love love loved Mary Poppins. Plus I had a very handsome date and who treated me to spectacular seats and an evening of magic and chimney sweeps and dancing statues. He even shared his bag of peanut M&Ms with me.
Ryan woke up singing Chim-Chim-Cha-Roo! Don't tell anyone.