I got some kind of vegetable stir fry with their fried tofu. It was really good....but that was way too much food. The Pilot ended up taking my leftovers to work with him. I haven't gotten a report on how it tasted a couple days later.
I'm not sure what The Pilot got but unlike me, he was in the clean plater club so whatever it was, it must have been good. I think I'm going to start calling him food dumpster. That boy can put away some food. And as long as I'm eating vegetarian, he usually finishes off my plate too. Damn him and his high metabolism!
So that was our third annual reenactment of our first date. It still blows my mind how much has happened in such a short amount of time but at the same time, it feels like I've always known him. Obviously I remember a time without him but with each year I spend with The Pilot, more and more of that baggage from that past life is left behind. We are settling into married life and enjoying our new house and all the projects that we are still working on (we have new kitchen counters sitting on the floor of our living room...who wants to install them?!). We still make random funny faces at each other and the other day we decided that we have unknowingly created our own language. "Violence," "success" and some other random words have entirely new meanings and if we shared those meanings with normal people, we might get sent away. But we amuse each other and that's what matters.