This weekend was our annual stay-cation. The man and I spent this weekend together, just the two of us. No kids. No dog.
It also happens to be our anniversary.
We had a few firsts as a couple.
Our first deep fried pickle.
Our first shooting.
My first gun shot wound.
Okay, that was over dramatic. I didn't get shot. The gun bit me when I was loading it. Gun shot sounds tougher though, so.......
My first bull's eye.
I blinked and all of a sudden......17 years.
I am very certain it is, in fact, 17 years because the man has insisted all week that is isn't. We have done the math numerous times.
Even on a calculator.
June 17, 1995.
That's 17, right?