Personal so it shouldn’t matter. Doesn’t for the scumbags on the left.
My 27th anniversary was Oct 12. 27 years, no kids. We are now, as I’m typing, sitting on the awesome outside porch at Parrain’s in Baton Rouge with our neice. Beer, wine and oysters for lunch. Now we are staying (I’m using their internet) and having a seafood sampler.
Life is good.