Yesterday was our 18th wedding anniversary. 

Happy Anniversary to Us!!

And it was one major food and drink fest from midafternoon until late at night.  Yeah, baby!

It started around 3:30 with some crab rangoons, which we found in the frozen seafood section of the grocery store.  We had no idea how they would be but they turned out to be quite tasty, actually!

Then around 5:30, we had crab imperial-stuffed mushrooms (of the ENORMOUS kind) with a couple of glasses of champagne (Moet & Chandon, please!).

Dinner was absolutely fantastic!  We had gotten 3 one-inch filets at the local butcher on Saturday and Buzz trimmed them very nicely.  I started cooking a batch of organic brown rice in some chicken broth.  While that was cooking, Buzz cut the filets into bite-sized pieces and skewered them along with a red onion from our garden, a green pepper and a yellow pepper.  Then he brushed on some olive oil and sprinkled on some Nature’s Season.  We had four Pacific halibut fillets and we marinated them for about a half an hour in lemon pepper marinade.  When the rice was almost done, Buzz grilled the halibut and the skewers to absolute perfection!  They were both served over the brown rice with a glass of some very nice meritage.  The wine had a lot of sediment but it was still very tasty!

After dinner around 8:30, we headed downstairs to watch a few episodes of Dead Like Me while sipping on some mead that our youngest (who was celebrating the day with us) had bought for us to try.  It was really delicious!

An amazing day of food and drink - a grand celebration to launch our 19th year of wedded bliss!

I hate petty-ass bullshit.

I am doing the best I can, trying really hard, always nose to the grindstone, minding my own business, living and letting live, and don’t you know that someone is out there undermining me for no good earthly reason.

I hate that.  And now I have to deal with it.  It’s stupid and it stinks.

Well, we’re coming to the end of a two-week vacation.  We just have tomorrow and then it’s back to the grind on Monday. 

And, while I do not want to go back - at all - it’s not a bad thing, in a way.

I have drank myself silly over this vacation.  Another glass bottle of wine?  Sure - why not?!?  I’m on v-a-c-a-t-i-o-n!  I’ll just sleep it off!!

Ugh.  There are only so many times you should do that to yourself and thirty-five times within two weeks is too many.  (I may have overestimated that number just a bit...)

Where do I sign up for the new liver?