Oops, I did it again.

Brian and I just made a most excellent dinner: caribbean-crusted tilapia, brown rice and broccoli. Healthy and delicious. I want to eat like this every night (in between cheeseburger/fries binges, of course).

We're also downing a lovely bottle of sparkling wine. Asti, to be exact. We had a rough night last night and are using alcohol to get over ourselves. Sometimes this marriage thing kicks my ass. Every once in a while I forget that I'm not the only one in this deal and it boils over into ugliness. Fortunately, our version of 'ugly' is pretty tame- we sigh and throw our hands up and attempt to go to sleep without goodnight kisses (well, that last one is on me only). After 3 1/2 years of marriage and 5 1/2 years of togetherness, Brian and I have yet to have a serious argument, let alone a screaming match. We talk, maybe too much, about everything, so there is really nothing to fight about. Sometimes I want to fight (because I have a serious inner bitch that wants to break free now and again), but damnit, I'm married to a reasonable, calm and thoughtful man. Fighting isn't in his nature and my attempts to get one going are always snuffed out. Asshole.

Uh-oh, just spilled a significant amount of the sparkly all over myself. Always a sign of good times, eh? Too bad there's just one bottle.

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