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Today I get to go the hubby's company picnic, also known as the most fucking rad event of the year. It's so bitchin', in fact, that I often mistakenly refer to it as "the carnival."

Then tonight, for dinner, I am going to Coi, where I expect to be either wow-ed or underwhelmed. The hype machine has been in full effect since this place opened, which usually means one or the other for me.

But still, pretty much the best day ever, right?

You have no idea.

Because today, my friends, is also the 6th anniversary of when I made Jon my bitch. That's right, we've got 6 years of wedded bliss (and 4 years of un-wedded bliss before that) going on up in here (and lest you think I am the Crypt Keeper, we met in college).

As you probably remember, figuring out where to go to celebrate this most fabulous of occasions can be daunting since we are such gluttons.

In fact, figuring out how to celebrate at all proves a bit challenging because no activity ever seems quite as incredible as what it is that we are celebrating.

Now what you know about Jon is that he:
likes tasting menusis my partner in crime in all things food related
has no limits to his gluttonyworks for the best place everhijacks blogs
buys me pretty pretty princess jewelryWhat you may not know, however, unless you are one of the lucky few who can count him as your friend, is that my husband has an incredible heart and the kindest of souls. Plus, no matter what, he can always make me laugh. He is, in short, a total fucking rockstar.

So, on this 6th anniversary of the day that I trapped him into marrying me, after a year filled with so much joy and our fair share of pain, I'd like to just say how much I love him. Because with him, those joys are in technicolor, and the pain isn't quite so unbearable.

And I'd also like to say how glad I am that he allows me to make fun of him in my blog.

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld