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“….She’s not from here…..She was from Niagara Falls…..”
What, did you order yourself a Virgin Strawberry Daiquiri and then rush after the waiter and change it to a non-virgin Daiquiri? gifts?
Hmm…gifts are always great! *wink*
Only YOU would remember something like that…I don’t even remember mine!
An anniversary, like a birthday, does not have to be celebrated on a particular date. Otherwise there’s too distinct a beginning and an end…kinda like when you lose your virginity only not as quickly. Consider it a celebration over an extended amount of time, i.e. tantric sex.
Afterwards you can tell the lucky lady (or ladies), “You’ve been stung.” And then do it all over again.
holy shit. i miss you. this is funny.
OK, I know I should say something here. But I’m not sure what. All I know is that I am absolutely grinning from ear to ear. And of course there are certain images that suddenly come to mind. But I just might keep those to myself. And it’s true, only you would remember the day…and the hotel room number. And now I feel like I should give a speech on your behalf. Or present you with an award. One has to wonder what that award would be shaped like. Nine years? Really? Holy fuck…I mean, holy…love making? AWKWARD!
Celebrate heartily my dear, it had to have been better than mine, and now, every time, I strive to make it my best.