There’s no looking back now.

Margret and I celebrated our 7th anniversary the way all parents should…without their children. Over dinner of sushi and saki, we regaled our respective stories of the first time we met, our first date, wedding planning, and life before kids. After that 5 minutes, we spent the remaining 2 hours talking about our kids…the way all parents should.

Happy Anniversary From Philadelphia

Margret and I did not celebrate our anniversary today, because we both forgot. I guess you could say that it is a testament to the strength of our marriage that we don't need a "anniversary" to let each other know how we feel. Or it's just that we are apathetic about our marriage and to lethargic to care. I hope its the former, but I'm too lazy to think about it.

At least I was able to find a way to express my feelings through one my favorite mediums: post-modern tourist attraction sculptures. It was either this or a t-shirt and God knows that I don't "heart" PHL. Philadelphia is what would happen if Boston and East St. Louis had a baby.

Happy 6th anniversary Margret. Love it!