Almost 10

Today is my 9th anniversary!

To celebrate, I went out and bought myself all new panties and some really impractical shoes as a gift to us. I have no idea what I'll wear those shoes with and I know I won't get to wear them often--but that's why it was fun. When I tried them on, little kid slapped his hands to his face and said, "Ohhhhh, you look fancy!" I felt pretty fancy.

Life is good. (and not just because I got to go shopping.)

Mr. Ashley and I have been together for 12 years and pretty much moved in together after our first official date. We were 19 and 21. I am stating this because I feel old having been married for 9 years already. I am kind of old but I started early.

There's this elderly couple from my old neighborhood who I used to see every day wearing matching sweaters and holding hands. They would walk to the grocery store and the newsstand. They're both in great shape and they mostly wore identical solid-colored hoodies. They always look happy and you can tell from a mile away that they love each other and have for a long time. I want to be them when I grow up.

Mr. Ashley has said no fucking way is he wearing matching sweaters but I think he'll give in. He doesn't object to me color coordinating the family on special occasions now and when he's old, he won't be able to put up much of a fight.

I'll wear him down over the next 40 years.

Tonight we're taking the kids to the Melting Pot for dinner and hoping no one catches on fire or eats raw meat. Wish us luck!