If you’ll bear with me, and really you have no choice as this isn’t a collaborative enterprise, I’m going to hijack this entry to wish my wife a Happy Anniversary. Here goes:
Fifteen years ago I married the girl I loved and thought that was enough. Maybe it was. It wasn’t what I got. What I got was a woman how constantly surprises me with how strong she is, and how full of love. How much better than me she is at all the things I pretend not to value. What I got was an institution that was the only thing that kept me going for years and years at a time. A woman who did the lion’s share of raising our daughter, my best and perhaps only contribution to the world. I got the love of my life. My best friend. I know I’m supposed to say “Happy Anniversary’ but I find myself feeling that “Thank You” is closer to the mark. Thank you. Thank you for the last fifteen years. And thanks in advance for the next fifteen. I love you.
Anyhow, Mary Janes are the exact opposite of that. Gross, hard peanut butter taffy where I don’t think a new batch has been made since the Civil War. Just awful. Who gives these to children? 0.1/5