To market, to market, to buy a plum bun! Home again, home again, market is done.

Today is the anniversary of Jeff’s proposal, which means two things:
1. I’ve been officially off the market for 15 years, which is longer than I was ever ON the market. (I suppose I went ON the market when I was 18? Maybe 23? If we split the difference and say that I went on the market when I turned 20, then I was on the market for 3,930 days. I’ve been OFF the market for 5,478 days. Is the market still a thing?)
2. If we currently lived in Mexico (or Brazil, or Argentina, or Bolivia, etc.) and I had given birth to a miracle proposal night baby, today we would be preparing for a kick-ass quinceañera!

Jeff and I have lived in four different places and have adopted seven pets and have birthed two human girl babies and have eaten so many burritos. We wash our clothes in the same load and a few nights back he tried my coconut amino stir fried broccoli and I always look forward to hearing the garage door go up when I know he left work twenty minutes earlier.

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(Unrelated: I’ve been eating hard core clean this week and last night I had a dream that I was digging in the trash for loose M&M’s.)

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3 thoughts on “To market, to market, to buy a plum bun! Home again, home again, market is done.”

  1. My husband and I did not eat almost an entire large (BONUS!) big yellow bag of peanut M&Ms in the last 24 hours. Nope. Not us. :-/

  2. It was just a few weeks ago when I started putting my husband’s and my folded laundry into the same baskets. And we have been married 41 years. (I guess it’s safe now.)

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