Three years ago today, I went on a date with a boy.
I was so stomach-clenchingly nervous about this date that I had one beer, paid for it myself, and promptly fled the scene.
Fortunately for me, and for reasons I might never understand, that boy kept calling me even after that.
He is a lot of things that I could list here, but maybe some other time. Mostly he's just the best. I'm an undeserving and lucky, lucky girl.
Also, of course, it's election day. In case you didn't know.
I'm hoping that tonight those of us who have spent a lot of time in political frustration and desperation can finally sleep the dreamless sleep of the relieved and the victorious.
Happy electianniversary day to me.