Yesterday was my and The Boy’s one year anniversary. I was going to write some sappy teen relationship note that would have been simultaneously adorable and nauseating, and probably would have haunted me for years to come. Then other things happened: we had homecoming and an after-party and also I overslept so I was late to everything. End result: no mushy love notes from me. Sorry dude.
Instead, despite the fact that I have neither met your grandmother nor ever been to Denny’s, here’s the song I listened to repeatedly for the week after our first date:
And just because you hate it, here’s the song I listen to every time I bake stuff:
