Somebody, Somewhere Lost a Bet

Your father and I are celebrating our ten year anniversary today.  Ten years ago, he and I headed out to the church and said our "I dos" together and then had a slammin' party. And yes, I put that in there so that you can mock me for using slammin'.  

I looked good that day. Your dad looked better...I really, really liked him in glasses before he had the laser surgery.  If I was a bit less lazy, I would go and find my favorite picture from our wedding- you dad is grinning, I'm laughing out loud and you can see my friend Sandi right next to me smiling from ear to ear.  Who knows, maybe I'll find it in a day or two. 

But for right now, I'm enjoying a rare minute sitting by myself.  Notice I didn't say "alone". Jordan is taking her morning nap despite the fact that the kid up the street is mowing the lawn and the Terminex guy is drilling holes in the front porch.  We have termites.  Icky, nasty, eating- our- house termites.    This is unacceptable.  I've put way too much time and energy into this house to let small buggies get a piece of it.  So we're waging war- starting with holes along the front porch and long the sides of the house so that these guys realize we're not going to roll over and take it. 

Ha! Double Ha! Now where's my coffee as I watch these guys work.....?

Your dad took you to the Barber shop with him. All dressed up in the dresses that you are now insisting upon, you put on your Keens and headed off to watch Daddy get his bi-monthly haircut and collect your lollipop before heading over to the park. Me?  I sprayed soap and water on the leftover wallpaper nearest the toilet on the main level and spent an hour straddling the bowl backwards to scrape off the paper and glue. The whole room isn't done yet, but the corner should be ready for me to patch and sand after the wall board dries while we replace the toilet this afternoon.

Yes, this is how I spend my romantic anniversary with Daddy.

Granne and Grandbob are coming down to see us after Grandbob goes for a hearing test. I think my mom purposely spoke in low tones for a week before Dad finally gave up and headed to see the Doc. Wonder if he's going to take them out when he comes down here and hears how loud you really are!

Tonight should be fun- we're going to put a new recipe on the stove for pulled pork, play with you guys for a while and then your father and I are following our anniversary tradition.  We're going to go out to a restaurant  we've never been to before and then see a movie. Or two.  I know it sounds dorky, but with all the running around, weird expectations and stress, this was one thing that your father and I both agreed should be kept pretty simple.  With the exception of the year Grace was born, this is what we've done every year.  I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.

And just so you know- I still think the marrying your dad was the best thing I ever did. The very best choice I ever made.