this Saturday is the two year anniversary of Mr. Flintstone & I's first date.
He's coming to San Antonio; I'm taking him to eat oysters and various birthday celebrations. I might even break out my free movie passes. I know, I'm high class.
Don't tell him.
In anticipation of our special day, I made him a card last night.
I mean, I also filled in the card with sweet stuff about us & what not but I feel like that is too private for the blog... maybe on a different post.
The point is, Mr. Flintstone is going to get this card & be sufficiently weirded out by my sense of humor. He'll probably call me a hipster.
You know, every day relationship stuff.