The first 365

I could wax eloquent about the fact that we're reached a significant milestone. I could write poems about undying love and sobfests about soulmates. But that’s not how we roll, is it? If I could reminisce over the first 365 my way, at the risk of being clucked at..

- Ecstatic smileys peppered with exclamation points.
- Grunts and heaves for the total combined hours put into cleaning 1414 per freak standards
- Various exercise equipment tucked into corners and closets in the name of staying fit (!), including a bicycle that rarely meets the road.
- My toss-it-itis that affected B's hulk of a massager, a bag of Dove chocolates, and so on.
- Pretend fests that we're master chefs in the kitchen, sous chef and all.
- Excel sheets generated at the drop of a hat, for all possible reasons
- Furniture, furniture and more furniture. You'd think we've seen furniture before this in our lives!
- The Big Bang of up-to-date-electronics in Dee's life (she's currently quite swank in the department)
- HIMYM, BBT, Heroes, CSI:NY and Numbers
- Momo's, cork collections, aborted art attempts, Tiztal, Andersonville.
- The quest for the quintessential 'perfect' Chinese take-out in our zip code
- Over-eating sneaky birds that can hold their poop only as far as my car, and have to shit right over it.
- The sad farewell to the black Accord that has seen it all.
- Closet doors that never seem to be able to stay put together and one red punk dresser that we just cannot get rid of, no matter what we try.
- Jamaica, NY, NJ, SD, LA
- And so much more!

Now try and shake your head sympathetically at my unromantic tribute.. I dare you!