I think I’ve posted before about my fondness for January 12.
This year is the 50th anniversary of our first date.
We can’t believe we’re this old. I guess as long as we don’t look in the mirror today, we’ll survive.
Banjo Man and I intend to stay home tonight, eat leftovers and watch football. We have cleaned my office and hung some drapes in the bedroom. Not very romantic, but it made us old folks happy.
Yesterday we actually got in the car together and did some errands! Then we had lunch, which was very wonderful (the $9.99 special at Ninety-Nine). On the way home we stopped at Walmart, where Banjo Man picked up all of his bargain fruit and I napped in the car.
I am very good at napping in the car. It’s a skill I perfected when I had teenagers and had to wait for softball games or football practices or rehearsals to end. After a long day in front of the computer, I took advantage of any quiet moments in which to close my eyes and pass out while in the parking lot of the high school.
I also napped–in my new bed–when we arrived home yesterday.
Purple Bed Update: this mattress is glorious. Heaven. The best thing ever. And the “adjustable base”? Well, be still my heart.
What baffles me is that neither of my physical therapists have heard of the Purple Bed. I explained to my cancer PT that this was the first time I’d been comfortable sleeping on my right side since the surgery. I explained to my sciatica PT that the pain in my leg and hip was much less at night now and I was sleeping so much better.
They looked very surprised. And possibly a bit skeptical.
I am going to the mattress store tomorrow and getting brochures so I can pass them out at therapy and Spread The Word.
But tonight it’s time to open a bottle of wine and celebrate 50 Years With Banjo Man. Who knew it would last this long????