Today is the 7th anniversary of when we got married.  The first time.  The time that counts the least to the government, but the most to us.

We just got back from an eventful dinner for 2.5.  Megan is reading bedtime stories to the Worst Toddler in Ohio (TM).  Soon I'll go up and give her her milk.  Once she's asleep, we'll eat our carry-out tiramisu dessert.  Maybe I'll get to finish my dinner at lunchtime tomorrow.