182 Days and Counting

A lot has happened in the past 182 days. Holidays, parties, birthdays and more than enough work days have passed in the past six months. I watched the Sox with a World Series, the Bears make it to the play-offs, and Illinois basketball come up a little short. My sister started working for a living and "Santa" finally gave my parents the bigger gift (seriously, how can anyone watch a 55" big screen without surround sound?).

Through it all, Clare hasn't gotten sick of me. Not of my shenanigans, hullabaloo, or other random quirkiness, alcohol fueled or otherwise. I'm not really one to celebrate the passing of time in anything less than a year, but after being single for the past six years there's something nice about celebrating six months.

So, happy sixmonth-iversary baby!