I'm the one with the hair.

The hubby and I are celebrating our anniversary tonight by going out to dinner and stuffing ourselves. (Our anniversary is technically Monday but splitting a bottle of vino on a school night just seemed wasteful.) We're going to the restaurant where we got engaged. And by "engaged" I mean the restaurant where Matt abruptly announced that he thought we should get married "sometime this Spring". (Don't worry ladies, I eventually made him get down on one knee. And buy me two engagement rings, but that's a story for another time.) We're going to L'ecole, the restaurant at the French Culinary Institute. I made sure to tell the reservationist that it was our anniversary and, oh yeah, that we got engaged there (screw subtlety - mama wants some bubbly!) so we'll see what happens.

Frankly, between a bottle of wine and an inordinate amount of food and my weird heat-reducing herbs, I fear this may not end up pretty, my friends.