By the way...

On this day in 1966, Cliff and I tied the knot.  We had the smallest wedding possible, with his mom and his brother's wife as our witnesses; the only other person in attendance was the preacher.  I've always loathed big weddings, so I was happy with the way we did it.  


We don't usually do much in the way of celebrating special days, but Cliff surprised me this morning by informing me he was taking me to Olive Garden.  Normally we have soup, salad, and breadsticks, but since I was in a celebratory mood, we had the artichoke-spinach dip as an appetizer and then split a "Tour of Italy".  After eating so much dip and the usual salad, I ended up bringing most of my half of the Tour of Italy home with me.  Supper tonight will be good.  I owe special thanks to my daughter, who first introduced me to Olive Garden several years ago.   Left to my own devices, I probably would never have gone there.


For dessert, we went by McDonald's and each got a small caramel frappe.  That's my newest guilty pleasure.  


Oh, I also went in Home Depot and got a few perennial flowers; I intend to start pulling up the strawberries that are planted in front of the house, and I'll be needing something to plant in their place.  Every time I look at my newest flowers, I'll remember that I bought them on my forty-fourth anniversary.  I hope they don't die... that could be a bad omen!