Selling Sno-Cones at the Beach

Happy Anniversary to us!

Happy Anniversary to B. and me! 13 fun-filled years! (I'm embarrassed to say that when he tentatively whispered "happy anniversary" to me this morning (he's calendrically challenged) I thought (and have been thinking) that our anniversary was the 26th instead.)

Here's the dopey way I worked it out. My parents' anniversary is September 6th (I've had to remember that date many more years than that of my own wedding). My sister's is the next day. She was married two weeks after we were (a source of some family aggravation, but, bygones), hence our anniversary is two weeks before September 7. Since that's two Tuesdays from now, our anniversary must be today. QED.

In other news: I got a lot done at work, and caught up on the Sunday papers at home, and the ginger-colored cat reappeared this evening after being gone since last night. Sigh of relief. One hates to misplace a cat while cat-sitting.

The U of M cops called this morning. They want me to find the plastic key for my car. Reading between the lines: if I have my own plastic key, then the crackhead asshole car thieves (CACTs) didn't use mine, hence they had intent to steal a car if they entered mine with a non-mine plastic key. If only I could find it. I looked for about an hour after lunch - no dice. I am going to let my unconscious brain work on this hunt overnight, and see what develops. It's all in there - the secrets of the universe, the memories of everything - it's just a question of access.