It was a good choice. I have a wonderful life and a wonderful husband-- in short, I am a very lucky woman.

Happy Anniversary, Elvis. I love you.

To celebrate, we are going out for dinner at our favorite restaurant this evening. It's what we usually do, and an excellent plan. Plans, however, are always subject to change, and this one hinges on my ability to chew after my imminent visit to the dentist this afternoon.

I don't like going to the dentist. I've never been to this particular one, so I have no idea if he's the usual sadistic bastard that seems to be my dental fate. Naturally, I hope not, but I cannot help but be somewhat pessimistic.