New Moon on Monday

Josh gave me the very greatest anniversary gift this morning. Last night, we went out for a lovely dinner, had some very chocolatey desserts, tried to start a tradition of taking an anniversary picture of ourselves until I put the kibosh on that after deleting about six of them because I'm hugely bloated right now. All of that was very nice, but here was the gift:

I woke up at 7 this morning to do some freelance (!!!), so I was in the living room working when he crawled out of bed around 10.

"I remember my dream from last night," he said. (He never remembers his dreams.)

"Yeah?"

"I was going to a Duran Duran concert —"

"Finally!"

" — and they had to interview me first. They were screening ticket buyers because they only wanted a high caliber of people at the concert. They had to deem me 'good enough' in order to let me in."

"Were you?"

"I don't know. But it was so weird. My ... parents were there?"

"We are an elite group, you know. Duran Duran fans. It should stay that way. A formal interviewing system would help."

"You're so judgmental."

"Not when it comes to Duran Duran. I've seen the Simon Le Bon pictures. Duran Duran can do no wrong in my eyes. Even when they look unfortunate and wear Speedos."

"Hmph."

"I'm glad you finally went to a Duran Duran concert, honey. I bet you had the best time."

"Maybe I did."

"Of course you did."

He finallly gets it! Victory is mine! Happy anniversary to me!