Wednesday, August 22, 2012
The Whole Nine Yards
Nine. Nine ladies dancing. Cat o' nine tails. Dressed to the nines. Nine tailors, nine rings, and nine lives. An anniversary celebrated with pottery (in the U.S.) and copper (in the UK), as well as with bird of paradise flowers (regardless of location).
And, in case you hadn't guessed, nine years to the day that Mr. Muscato and I met up. We had both of us had rather varied lives to that point, and we mutually confessed a few years ago that our primary reaction at the time was something along the lines of, "Well, finally. Taken you long enough. Come along now, you, and don't dawdle."