Next weekend is our anniversary. The Husband and I, not the cats. One year of marriage and nearly two of being a romantic unit of sorts. Feels like much longer for some reason that I can't explain. I was always so terrified of marriage. It seemed to me like such a nerve-wracking gamble with the potential to end up such a mess. Which, I mean, I guess it still could, but we do what we can to avoid that. Keep things happy. Except I don't even like that word, so I'll say real. We keep it real.
Like this guy:
|"Cause I'm keepin it real!"|