Kathy said around evening on September 26, 2007

The UPS man walked up the front walk towards me carrying a huge styrofoam cooler.  “I hope there aren’t any body parts in that.” I chirped while flashing a polite grin.  “I can’t promise you that...” the man in Brown said.  My polite grin converted to a confused forced smile when he heaved the huge cooler into my arms.  I peered down at the label on top and read carefully, “Omaha Steaks...”

My in-laws shipped us a giant package of assorted dead animals and sharp knives for our eighth anniversary.  How romantic!  It was actually a very generous gift and anyone who knows my Italian in-law family knows how important food is.  I know it’s not anything huge or amazing but for me, wrapping my head around the fact that we’ve been married for eight years is pretty cool.  I’m sure I’ll say the same thing about 9, 10 or 11 years and so on.  But in this moment, it’s a good thing.  Eight.  Years.  And we haven’t killed each other yet.  Although I now have a bevy of sharp steak knives at my disposal.  Let’s all hope that neither of us develop PMDD.  Oh wait…