Anniversary

Today is Gincy and my 12th wedding anniversary. I don't believe she remembered, but I didn't catch on until breakfast this morning. We had started off on our long, long, long, trip to Myrtle Beach, SC. We stopped at McDonald's (Max's favorite) for some coffee and some snacks. It donned on me and I handed her my hash brown and said, "Happy Anniversary!" I would have been in trouble except for the aforementioned fact that I don't believe she remembered either. Later she talked to her friend in Kingsport who said that a hash brown for an anniversary present was "really, really bad."

After many hours of driving (did I mention we have a 2 and 8 year old?). We made it to Pirate Land Campground (doesn't that sound romantic?) It was late and we started looking for someplace to eat. I knew it could not be McDonald's after the hash brown thing. Nothing looked good. And, then I saw it. I really didn't know anything about it. It was the Bonefish Grill. Max liked it because it was "where Pirates eat." Note the skeleton of the fish (or as Max calls it -- a sketelon).

It was a great (GREAT) meal. I had the Rhea's Charr (which was some sort of fish that was charred) -- I felt it only destiny since I was still burned from my charring the other night. This charr was Really, Really Great. Gincy had the Tilapia. Our appetizer was the "Bang, Bang Shrimp" (Personally, I always have to order something with the words "bang, bang" in them).

It was a great anniversary dinner if I say so myself.

BIT: I didn't say so myself. Gincy said it was wonderful as well. Happy 12! What do you get someone for their "Baker's Dozen" anniversary? Note: It's got to beat a hash brown!