Anniversary!

Fourteen years today for J and me. Ours is a relationship that is unorthodox and incomprehensible in some ways, and couldn’t be more traditional in others. But whatever it is, that inexplicable and illogical something-or-other that connects people, we have it. He can drive me mad (and vice versa), but I adore this man. Can’t imagine my life without him.

One of his co-workers (female) had told him, “Oh, you have to take her to see Eat, Pray, Love. And then right afterward, make sure you have a reservation to a nice Italian place and take her there for dinner.” That’s exactly what he did. When he first told me we were seeing EPL, I thought, “Are you out of your freaking mind? Of all the chick-flicks out there now, that’s the chick-flickiest.” “Trust me,” he said. So we went and watched Julia Roberts gorging on pasta in Italy, praying in an Indian ashram and canoodling with the uber-gorgeous Javier Bardem in Bali. It was a well-done movie; definitely a chick flick, but sumptuous with scenery and Roberts was perfection in the role. And afterward, sure enough, I was craving Italian food.

We then went to Old Town Pasadena to our favorite little Italian cafe. I often get a warm seafood salad there, but J said nooooo, you have to get pasta tonight, and I agreed. So I had cioppino (seafood stew) over linguini — sooooooooo good! I couldn’t finish it all, so J was happy to do so.

Afterward, we walked all around Old Town, went to the bookstore, etc. I was wearing a short skirt and J was mischievously reaching up my skirt and grabbing my butt every chance he got — on side streets, in a deserted bookstore aisle, on our way out of the movie theater. We were parked at the end of a dead-end street, so when we got back to my car and I was opening the door, he swooped up behind me and lifted my skirt to my waist. “What are you, ten?” I screeched, and tried to pull it back down. He wouldn’t let me!

I’m telling you, the man is the devil.

He wrote me a poem (which he does every year on our anniversary and on Valentine’s Day, and has been doing that since we first met), and since today is the actual day, if I know him, flowers will be delivered later. I do love my big devil. 🙂

Perfect ending to a perfect weekend? I was driving down the curving canyon road that leads up to J’s house, looked to the side and saw two deer. Since I had my camera with me, I tried to get a picture, but by the time I pulled over, got the camera out of my purse and turned on and opened the side window, they had turned and were heading up the hillside. Still, I figure getting their cute little tails was better than nothing.

I am a city girl, and canyon life wouldn’t do for me. I don’t like the fire hazards and the mudslides and all the bugs and spiders and other wild critters. But I do love deer. How anyone shoots these animals is beyond me.

No spanking this weekend — J was saving me for the SL party, I think. Whatta guy, huh?

Hope everyone had a nice weekend.

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