Tom and I are quickly approaching our five year anniversary (May 28th). Until lately, I have felt not far-removed from the "newlywed" status, but lately, little things have been reminding me that we are five whole years into a life together. It has caused me to start a list in my head, a list which I will call "You know you have been married five years if..." "You know you have been married five years if..." Your sheets (those fancy, expensive registry sheets) are worn so thin that pulling them from the washing machine suddenly causes them to tear in half. Your sharp, dangerous, cut-through-anything knives are now so dull that they barely cut through lettuce (and you are too lazy to figure out how to work the electric diamond sharpening machine your husband forced you to register for--because you would use it ALL THE TIME, of course). You have run out of spoons. Somehow, five years of packing a lunch for your husband, many of which included yogurt and a sp...