For those not on Twitter or not following it this morning, a sweet little exchange took place on the 20th anniversary of Kristin and Billy's first date:
kristinhersh today's the twentieth anniversary of our first date: in new york city, during a heat wave...and a garbage strike
kristinhersh billy wore a wool suit 'cuz he wanted to dress up--his face was magenta...and he kept saying, "it's not me that smells like garbage"
biosi 20 years ago today, I declared my intentions to my beautiful bride (to be)...seems more like last week than two decades ago
Were these two meant for one another, or what? (If you've ever observed them together, you know the clear answer is a resounding "yes.")
Happy anniversary, guys! (And yes, I'm cross-posting. In this case, too bad!)