Happy. Happy. Happy. Happy.

May 1. May Day. Mayday!

Six years ago, today, I became Mrs. S.

This photo was taken at the first Halloween party the year we were married. He was Frankenstein, I was his bride. Now, if he'd dress up like this for me, how could I not love him? Better yet, if he'd let me post this, how could I not adore him?

As the song goes...

"Happy Ann-i-ver-sary, Happy Ann-i-ver-sary, Happy Ann-i-ver-sary, Haaa-ppy Ann-i-ver-sary. Hap-py. Hap-py. Hap-py. Hap-py. Hap-py. Hap-py. Hap-py. Hap-py. (breath) Hap-py. Hap-py. Hap-py. Hap-py. Hap-

Oh, shut it!"*

(*So I Married An Axe Murderer)