I'm desperately trying to find something to wear. Matt is under the mistaken impression that just because I have a closet full of clothes, I therefore have something suitable to wear to a fancy restaurant, or anywhere for that matter. Also, I'm desperately trying to find some carpet cleaner because the kitties (this is not the official blog post on that subject, believe me, there is much to tell) out of fury and anger, relieved themselves in Matt's suitcase in our room (oh, they knew it was his, they're very smart cats). I know, we've been home a week and we shouldn't still have suitcases out, but I haven't managed to unpack them yet, so they're still there.
So, we've been married seven years. Matt thinks that he married up, but really, there's no way I could endeavor to deserve him. And to celebrate that fact, we're going to a new restaurant in Binghamton, a fancy one. We'll see. And I'll tell you tomorrow about what an interesting and lovely person Matt is, but for now, I've got to get my hands on that carpet cleaner or I shall veritably loose my mind.