Still haven't quite perfected the couples selfie, but we had to document 32 years! Some day we'll look back on this picture and marvel at how young we looked, LOL.
I am one of those weirdo date people who loves it when the numbers of the day, month, and year line up in a fun way, and yesterday was an especially good one - a full-on palindrome of 6-16-16...and it didn't hurt that it also happened to be our anniversary - 32 years! We had a low-key celebration with dinner out, along with sharing a fabulous mango strawberry tart for dessert:
Anniversary Happy? The waiter came out laughing at how the pastry chef did the writing - but hey, it was a nice gesture.
So after being married for 32 years, I can tell you that the actual anniversary is not as important at the day-to-day things. For example, on Wednesday morning I opened the back door to the patio, intending to go out and water the pot plants and then clean the patio with my leaf blower. I got about two steps out when I saw an unidentifiable mass of gore on the chaise lounge, complete with blood dripping down and flies buzzing all around it. I turned around so fast and was back inside the house, with the door safely closed and locked for good measure that Paco hadn't had a chance to follow me and was left outside with the carnage. I opened the door just enough for him to quickly squeeze through, and for the rest of the day, he did his bathroom business in the front yard. But getting back to the gore...all I could figure is that it was something that one of our cats - Kip, most likely - had killed and left to rot in the baking sun.
Who, me??? Why am I always the suspect?? I am indignant! And OK, yes - it was me. It's always me...
While it was disgusting, I knew that I didn't have to deal with it, because Jeff would be coming home that evening from travel. Sure enough, shortly after he got home, he took care of the ick...he thinks it was something the cat killed (a mouse, maybe?), ate, and then vomited. Lovely. But it's nice to know that in our marriage, if he's home, Jeff will deal with the gross things. And when I discovered the cat vomit in my closet the next morning (at least it was just cat food this time), Jeff took care of that for me, too. It's the little things that make our marriage work - he doesn't have to sweep me off my feet with a romantic trip to Paris (although I wouldn't turn him down if he showed up with two airplane tickets)(but I would wonder how in the hell he managed to get them, knowing the state of our bank account) - he just needs to clean up the vomit. It works for us.
We are experiencing the dog days of summer already, and that called for our first sno-cone of the season:
Blue coconut - tastes great plus you get the bonus treat of having a blue tongue afterward!
I currently have three socks finished, with three more on the needles. And only one will make a matching pair - what can I say, I love all the different sock yarn and want to make all the socks! My goal, by the end of summer, is to have actual PAIRS of socks completed. In the meantime, here's one:
My mom gave me this yarn for my birthday - it's Regia's Cotton Pairfect, in Beach colorway. Of course I couldn't just knit the sock according to directions - I shortened the peach toe and used the extra yarn for the heel; I am really enjoying putting a pop of color on the heels and toes when I can.
Have a great weekend - and Happy Father's Day to my Dad. :)