Today is the anniversary of the day I met my husband. His sister set us up. I remember it like was yesterday, the way he walked into my apartment. I now share with you the heartwarming celebration of the occasion that occurred this morning:
Me: Blue and white Oxford. Hands on hips. “How you doing?” Same smirk on your face you still make today. You were cute.
Him: I still am.
Me: You always did think you were all that and a bag of low salt chips.
Like the lesser sodium crisps my husband now eats, our relationship may not sound good to you. But we are really great. And so are the chips.
