supremely good

It's been a good weekend to celebrate thirteen years of marriage.

This was the little getaway car we drove the night of our wedding.  And by "we drove" I mean I drove, after Andy made sure ALL the champagne bottles on every table were empty.  I had to dig my way through my dress to find the steering wheel.  I'm not sure I had a single thing to eat that day and after visiting with guests and dancing and drinking ALL THE CHAMPAGNE, we decided we were hungry.  The only place that was open that late was Taco Bell, so we drove through.
And last night we pretended to do it again.
Minus the champagne and the chili cheese burritos.