Happy Late Anniversary

“MOM! CAN YOU COME HELP ME TAKE THIS LIGHT OFF THE CEILING?!”

Puck and Yali were playing “catch” on the basement steps. And Puck was becoming worried that the light fixture wasn’t going to last too much longer at that rate. So we took out the light bulb.

About ten minutes later, they adjourned to the front yard in order to avoid any other potential future damage to the surrounding indoor habitat. Always a risky business.

A few minutes after that, Yali burst back through the front door in escape from his big brother.

“I’M SORRY FOR CALLING YOU A NIMWIT, YALI!”

Yali didn’t seem to mind the name tag.

It was also time to celebrate our 12th anniversary, three weeks late. So I put on my nicest Cardinals t-shirt, and we hit the road to Clayton, because Oxbear knows just about every place there is to eat there – “downtown” – as he calls it.

We parked at his work and walked half a mile to Sauce on the Side for calzones and a blackberry soda for me. Then we walked it off by returning the way we came.

“Happy anniversary,” Oxbear grinned following the exercise, full of exactly one and a half calzones.

Because there was no way I could stuff down a full calzone the size of my head.

Then Hot Box by Forest Park for two cookies apiece: snickerdoodle and M&M.

Not a bad way to ring in Year 13.