Crazy eight

It's our anniversary today - eight crazy years of wedded bliss! Hubby likes to tell the joke, "Only feels like eight minutes....under water!" He's such a kidder...

You are kidding, right? ;-)

When we decided to get married we made a pact, "You and me against the world." Over the past eight years, the world has certainly dished it out - sucker punched us and knocked us down a few times - but courageously (or foolishly) we stood back up again.

• Financial woes
• Job trauma
• Health scares
• Parental challenges (sleepless nights, terrible twos, potty training, sassy fours)
• Crazy in-laws
• Tears and fears

It's been good and bad, crazy and wonderful but without a doubt we've had more laughter than tears.

Happy Anniversary Hubby!
I love you! Thank you for the roses!

Speaking of crazy...

I had a dream last night. Remember the show Perfect Strangers? In my dream, Cousin Larry opened a restaurant (pizza place) and was making money hand over fist. His gimmick? He was collecting dead raccoons, road kill, and using them to make the food - raccoon road kill pizza.

In my dream, it made perfect sense. What great idea! How clever of him and how happy I was he was making so much money! And the pizza? It was quite tasty!

...Burf!...

What's up with that?!?!?!?