Not really, but my 20th anniversary is fast approaching. About that, I want to note a couple of very important things: 1) one person in the world has managed to stand me for 20 years; and 2) neither of us has murdered the other. Oh, we've been tempted, but murder in your heart is like lust in your heart -- it doesn't count. (Really)
The other thing this impending anniversary means is that I was right all along about being brilliant.
See, for example, Exhibit A: The guy who has stood me for all these years, made reservations for a loooong-delayed honeymoon. (Three nights in the Knickerbocker Hotel in Chicago was a wee bit lacking in romance, ya know?) So, we're going here:
The one thing we're NOT doing, is having any truck with stuck pigs (or grass skirts). No luaus for me!
But I'll take the beach. No problem.