This week marks the 2 year anniversary of me and Lori going out. And ALSO her 25th birthday. There's about a 6 1/2 year age difference there. Which means we should be approximately the same maturity level, according to scientists. But I, of course, am the mature one. We both know that.
But anyway, what are we doing to celebrate? A little dinner, some flowers. She's taking me to some suprise involving the ocean in September (hopefully not involving shark cages). I have a couple upcoming suprises. And tonight we're going to go see Patton Oswalt at Cobb's Comedy Club. We're cool like that.
Lori's cool. She's been working out and making me eat twigs and leaves so I can stop being a fat ass. She bought a treadmill I'm not allowed to touch. And she told me Taco Bell chicken quesidillas have 550 calories and 29 grams of fat. Great. What a buzz kill.
She's also learning to ride a motorcycle with me. I fixed her up a 1969 Honda CB450. I think she'd paint it pink if she had her way. Soon we will be cruising by the ocean together.
She's an awesome girl who has very cold hands. And I love her very much. Happy Anniversary and Birthday!