Feels like an Eternity.

The joke in our house when people ask how long we've been married goes like this.

Friend or Acquaintance: "How long have you guys been married?"

One of us: "Five years."

The other one of us: "It feels like an eternity."

We've shared this joke so long, it just seems natural. Kind of like when we're listening to a song with a good beat in the car and we both start doing the one arm pump dance move IN SYNC! (Our family can attest.) Or when, at the dinner table, Michael says, "I heard a joke today," and I'm supposed to say, "Oh. That's funny." And then Michael says, "Yes. It was." (Again, family can attest. They can also attest that we are the only ones who thought this was funny. But I know there are a few Dwight K. Shrute fans out there, so I decided to put it on anyway.) :)

To celebrate our five year anniversary, we went kayaking on Lake Union on a beautiful, sunny Seattle day in May. Happy Anniversary to us!

(BIG THANKS to Aunt Tam for watching Darwin so we could go!)

Getting a picture of the person behind you without dropping the camera into the water is tricky! Here's Michael, plus a closeup of my splash skirt strap.

Gas Works Park

Those sleeves were soaking wet by the end of the trip. I think I need to hone my paddling skills.

Husky Stadium. Just to prove that we paddled that far (from west Lake Union through Portage Bay and to the stadium).

Action Shot + Seattle skyline. What a gorgeous day!

We also got to play a little racquetball. Michael is goooood.

So, because I am ashamed that I made yet another poor food choice, I am putting this at the bottom of the post. Maybe you'll miss it that way. But then again, missing it would be sad because Michael's face in this video is hilarious. :) For our anniversary, Michael took me to a restraunt in "centro" (Michael always calls downtown "centro") that I've been wanting to try for a while. We ordered, and Michael got the beef dish that everyone raves about, leaving me to venture out into the unknown. I ordered a Burmese Mango Pork. And, yes, Michael did suggest a couple other dishes that we later heard would've been better. Sorry, babe. So, the waiter brings the food eventually, after we've been talking about the cosmos and such, and I get a whiff and think, "That waiter must have missed taking a shower this morning," but, to my dismay, he left and the stench lingered. The first bite of the stinky pork was okay. I hadn't quite identified the smell yet, so I just thought, Hmmm. Well, I guess this is what cooked mango smells like, and was able to choke it down. Then I tried a bite of Michael's dish (which was amazing, in the Wild Ginger's defense). I tried to go back to mine, but by then I had identified the smell, I thought.

Feline urine.

Michael says it was "poo" scented.

Regardless, both odors are not pleasant to smell, let alone to eat.

Here's Michael's reaction.

With our doggie bag of stinky pork.

After not eating the Poo Poo Pork, we were both still hungry, so we filled up on cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory. On the way there, a street poet stopped us. Michael despises those people and situations where they're asking for money, but they try and trick you into it. The street poet said he could tell we were a couple because we were holding hands and asked if he could practice a poem on us. Um, okay? We had to stand there and hold hands and look into each other's eyes and sing Kumbaya and such. The poem went something like this.

A kiss means, I love you.

With tongue, it means, I want you.

And when you kiss with tongue, you'll be

togetha

foreva

Now kiss.

(He turned around so we could had to.)

Weird.

Michael's probably never going to hold my hand in public again.

Way Back Then.

May 2006