Happy first 6th Anniversary to me - oh, and of course to you, too, babe.

So, today is the first 6th anniversary that RJ and I get to celebrate.

For the past five years, we have celebrated our second first anniversary, our second second anniversary, our second third anniversary... and so on and so forth.

But today is our very first 6th anniversary.

How cool is that?

I know.  I take complicated to a bit of an art form.

We are the only couple I have ever known who has no good answer to "So, how long have you guys been married?"

I have finally settled on "Oh, on and off for about sixteen years."

Most people only hear the part that makes sense to them and congratulate us on our long relationship.

Whatever.

What most people don't know won't hurt them.

I'm not sure what exactly RJ says when asked the same question, but I have known him to tell random folks and total strangers that his first wife was a bitch.

Of course, he is correct.

I  tell people that my first husband didn't understand me.

Again, right on the money.

Someday, it will probably make a great story to tell the grandkids.

But for now, we are just going to celebrate an as of yet unattained milestone.

Six years.

And I still love ya, babe.

Here's to at least six more.