While my parents were officially celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary, YumYummy and I were tooling around New York City like a couple on a honeymoon; sadly, YumYummy was experiencing major headaches the entire weekend.
No need to fret, we stay at high-end hotels that have luxury pillow-top mattresses, extra down pillows and cable television.
On the third night in the city, after a lovely dinner at an Italian restaurant – where the only thing missing was a bottle of red, a bottle of white, Brenda, Eddy and Billy Joel, we decided to call it a night. So, like anyone who has been dating or married for anywhere from six months to 60 years, we donned our pajamas, put a glass of water on the bedside table, and immediately sported our dental gear. YumYummy was in her mouthguard and I was proudly wearing my retainer. “I’ll be much more pleasant to sleep with this trip because I don’t snore with this in,” she said, with a major mouthguard lisp. Luckily, thanks to years of experience with my retainer, I understood her every word. “We’re a perfec math,” I replied.
And with that, we turned on the tv, watched a couple of investigative reporting shows and fell asleep before the commercials. It was a perfec ending to a perfec day in the thity.