33 years and still counting

Last Friday marked 33 years of marriage for me and Brent. I'm not going to go into the whole love story because most of you already know it. If you don't and you are curious, check the archives. Anyway, we went to our favorite restaurant, Texas Roadhouse. As usual, Brent ordered the prime rib but this time he got the 20 oz piece. Without thinking, he grabbed the pepper bottle and unscrewed the lid. Yes, half the bottle of pepper ended up on his dinner. As he was scraping it off, the server came to check on us. She kept saying she would bring him a new piece but we told her it was our fault and he would scrape it off and eat it. 30 seconds later, the manager came over and insisted on a new piece. Within minutes, a new 20 oz prime rib was in front of him. We ended up taking the other piece home, washed it off and gave it to the dogs. Lucky dogs!