Cinco

Mike and I celebrated our 5-year dating anniversary on Tuesday, the 25th.  Celebrating is a bit too liberal a word, actually.  Mike stayed home from a sporting event with friends and dealt with food poisoning and I fell asleep during the Biggest Loser.  Never to fear, though, we'll be enjoying two nice dinners out this weekend and a trip to Louisville to take in the show Rock of Ages. 

That said, after the crib mattress purchase on Wednesday we went to eat at the Old Spaghetti Factory.  Until our inaugural trip to Babies R Us a few weeks ago,  I had no idea one of these still existed in Cincinnati.  As a kid, I loved the one downtown and always wondered why it closed after moving here.  So, after all but laying down on the mattresses in the store (Mike also suggested I press my baby bump to them to see if there was any reaction from Baby Kelly ...) we made our way over for dinner. 

As we were wrapping up our meal and enjoying our complimentary spumoni ice cream I asked "Did you ever think, the day after our first date, that 5 years later we'd be married, sitting at an Old Spaghetti Factory, in the suburbs, enjoying an alcohol-free dinner after purchasing a crib mattress?"  His response, "Never." 

Proof the powers that be know what they are doing and bring people into your life at just the right time.