Tuesday
Jun032008
Married... With Children

OK, I've made no secret of the fact that my husband Steve and I can't have a "date." Our anniversary is no exception.
Our wedding anniversary was June 1, and I was excited at the prospect of an afternoon and/or evening together when we could recall our carefree, childless days of meandering among museums, eating when we felt like it and driving without having to worry about whether someone needed a drink or go potty.
But all Steve could think about were the logistics of getting those aforementioned needs attended to with the help of the ever-elusive babysitter. Our usual options were booked for the day and evening, so we would have to relegate our long-awaited time alone to 4 hours on Sunday evening. His response? "If you just want to stay home and hang out, I'm totally fine with that."
You can imagine how well that went over with the Misses.
I "settled" for the designated and narrow Sunday time slot, but I'm happy to report that in that amount of time, I was able to recall why I married that sweet, if a bit weary of logistics, man. We had an amazing dinner at A/O/C on Third Street in L.A. and topped it off with fresh ice cream and decaf at Milk on Beverly nearby.
Happy 17th, sweetie.
Our wedding anniversary was June 1, and I was excited at the prospect of an afternoon and/or evening together when we could recall our carefree, childless days of meandering among museums, eating when we felt like it and driving without having to worry about whether someone needed a drink or go potty.
But all Steve could think about were the logistics of getting those aforementioned needs attended to with the help of the ever-elusive babysitter. Our usual options were booked for the day and evening, so we would have to relegate our long-awaited time alone to 4 hours on Sunday evening. His response? "If you just want to stay home and hang out, I'm totally fine with that."
You can imagine how well that went over with the Misses.
I "settled" for the designated and narrow Sunday time slot, but I'm happy to report that in that amount of time, I was able to recall why I married that sweet, if a bit weary of logistics, man. We had an amazing dinner at A/O/C on Third Street in L.A. and topped it off with fresh ice cream and decaf at Milk on Beverly nearby.
Happy 17th, sweetie.
