The modern 8th anniversary gift? A blog entry!

Today is the Lovely Mrs. G. and my 8th anniversary. 8 years already – where does the time go? Seems like just yesterday we were having dinner, dancing, and fireworks over the river to celebrate our wedded bliss.

I’m a lucky guy, I know. Mrs. G. takes damn good care of me, puts up with my crap, knocks me down a notch when I really deserve it, and keeps me from doing really dumb things, like quitting my yucky job and moving us to somewhere like Bolivia to sell twine necklaces on the beach. (As romantic as that may sound at times, there’s probably not much of a market for homemade rope jewelry sold by a unbathed gringo.)

Mrs. G. has also been a great mother to Miss Katie; I know they have their “moments” at times, but what stepmother/stepdaughter doesn’t? But I know that deep down they love each other, and that there is nothing they wouldn’t do for each other.

As for the little lady and I, well let's just say that we get along swimmingly. There's nobody else in this world I'd rather hang out with. She's the best friend a smart-aleck like me could ever hope for, and the fact that she likes me too makes it all the better.

So happy anniversary, Mrs. G. Ol’ Tommy loves you very much.