Chapter Two, Page One

Hamid and I have now been officially married for an entire year - today is our anniversary.
What is it supposed to be, the traditional gift, paper or something? Try haltered BCBG silk chiffon and Kenneth Cole fitted cotton.

Sadly, any plans we had to wear our imported goodies out tonight to celebrate are thwarted by the fact that I broke the littlest toe on my right foot the other day - and solidly in half, a most disturbing visual I can assure you. While it doesn't hurt at all (amazing considering I doctored it myself) I don't imagine it would look or feel particularly lovely in a pair of stilettos, and who wants to go out to celebrate their anniversary wearing chappals?

So, we're home for the day with the assumption that we will go out and do something fabulous as soon as is humanly possible.
The truth is, I don't really care one way or the other and am secretly happy to be so evidently wounded.
It means lots of attention and love from the one person on the planet I most crave - not such a bad way to spend the first day of my second year of marriage.