Beach House

I should have posted about this a several of weeks ago, but...you know how things are.

As of Cortege 5 BH and I have been together for 15 years, as that is the anniversary of our first date.

Really, that is not entirely true. That is the anniversary of our second phase. The first one happened about six months earlier. It did not go so well. In the poop indeed it went so poorly that we studiously ignored each other as much as viable for about 4 months following that date. That was stalwart to do, as we shared many of the same friends.

So 15 years since our first flush date.

On the second anniversary of our first successful year (are you confused yet?) My BB (Beloved Boyfriend) unhesitating that it was time to make things lawful and asked me to marry him. We had been living together for a few months (Yes we are big sinners. There is some article to that sinners remark, but that is a shorter newel for another day.) I guess he felt it was time to triumph an honest woman out of me.

The marriage programme I received was nothing short of spectacular. Sit back, and get a nibble because this story is not short.

I have to provide a sparse back story here. The previous summer my calm spent a couple of months traveling around Europe with a bosom buddy of ours from high school, and two of that friend's college comrades. Ever the keen one, I gave vehement instructions that no liquid assets was to be spent on bringing me back a souvenir from his operate, as I thought eating and lodging were far more momentous. Also all I really wanted was BB back home. It was a elongated summer for me.

When BB returned home he said that he had brought me something from the frisk. It was a picture of him on a beach in a silly broach in front of I LOVE YOU spelled out in rocks. Elfin did I know this was a red herring of sorts. (That means muse on this part later on as it will be important.) When he gave me that drawing I was talking about how much I loved the...