Year Three!

I realize it's supposed to be leather or crystal, but after three years' marriage to my amazing and quite patient wife (as well as being pretty smart, sometimes I am completely insane in the membrane), I am loading these three pictures of her Gorgeousness. I realize the gift should be leather or crystal, but besides the fact that the Tron technology to upload physical things to the Internet won't exist until the MCP forces programmer Kevin Flynn to play Frisbee for his life inside the computer, what I got probably won't fit you.

So here are some fancy photos...
This is Brandi at Year two, double-fisting wine as her reward for enduring my so-called "jokes" and "science". We took it at a winery in Utica, Illinois after a wine tasting that left Brandi sober enough to drive to Starved Rock and me dumb enough to giggle all the way there.

Here's the Brandi after losing about four pounds of hair. I'd always really liked the idea of Brandi with short hair and been tantalized a few times by the inevitable post-hair show shearing that followed the infamous year of the "rat tail" and the "blonde 'do" (same year?). And I was right. She looks gorgeous.

Even cooler, after the cut she and her mom had similar-length hair. Even though my mom-in-law won in the "shortest hair" contest, Brandi swore revenge.


Sorry to hurt your necks, but that's Brandi, too, on our bed minus the mattress, after I assembled all of the IKEA stuff we bought. The slats take the place of the box spring mattress we had to leave at our old place because we weren't going to get it out the door without major plaster renovation. Until the movers hauled over the queen mattress, we slept on this getup with an air mattress teasing us with what the real one would feel like. I guess it's like marriage: sometimes it takes a little negotiation, but the aches and pains just let you know that you're building something better.

My wife is cool.