While Joe and I were busy at Progress Summit this weekend we failed to mark March 27.
It was March 27, 2005 that I spent a good deal of my afternoon working myself up to calling Joe and asking him to come over and watch some movies. That night we kissed. And, as they say, the rest is history.
Though, in actual fact, the rest is ongoing.
If our relationship has done nothing else (and I’d argue, we’ve done plenty) we’ve got claim to this:
And she’s going to take over the world.