Five five o seven, or May 5, 2007, is the day I married The Bandito. When I told him the name I’d decided on for the blog, he said, “Five five O Seven, what’s that?” I gave him The Look.
We met in a bar on fetish night. It was my 30th birthday party. I do not remember meeting him. It’s my one regret in life. One year and 15 days later a guest at our wedding bumped my elbow, causing me to spill a strawberry daiquiri down the front of my dress. The guest said I shouldn’t have been wearing white anyway. I love that story.
The Bandito and I live in the suburbs and have typical suburban goals: Win the Powerball and buy our own roller coaster.
I’m a reader, a baker, an eater, a dog petter, a worker and a kick-ass wife. I like medical programs, bathing, shoes, making fun and keeping busy. I despise words like “helluva” and “heckuva” and the increasingly common pronunciation of “versus” as “verse.” WTF, people?
The Bandito is a hobby hobbist. His current venture is cold-process soap making. He is also a gifted photographer and a kick-ass husband.
He said it was OK for me to write about him as long as I remember some things are private. I will probably need a reminder on that.
