9 Whole Years of Matrimony....and counting...
Adam and I celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary on March 11! It was a fun day that started out just the way I like: sleeping in.
We slept in until Treyton came into the room and commented on how "soft and comfy" our bed looked, and we invited him to crawl on in. And when you let one boy crawl in..... Soon we were all smooshed in our queen sized bed like 5 hungry little sardines with morning breath. We got up and took our little sardines to breakfast at IHOP. We haven't been there in 5 whole years since Adam refused to go there once the fireman's 50% discount was discontinued and the police department's wasn't. That's a whooooole other long, painful story.
Then Adam informed me I needed to be somewhere at 3 pm, so to take my gym stuff with me. I was a little skeptical as to where he was sending me, but found that he had graciously scheduled me for a massage and hair appointment at a day spa. Whew! Could have been alot worse!
No, it was positively wonderful! And then I got my hair trimmed and done....well, in a ponytail, since I was going straight to the gym to teach a class and get all sweaty. So off I went in my ultra relaxed, glamorous state. But when I arrived at the gym, I realized that I had forgotten to get anything to eat since our little breakfast trip. So i got in the car and dashed across the street and down a couple blocks to the "Pic Kwik" for a couple cereal bars. I dashed in, and back out only to discover.....dun dun dunnnn....I had LOCKED MY KEYS IN THE CAR. And not just my keys. My music and Cue notes for class. I had 8 minutes until I was suppose to start. So I pulled myself up by my black spandex pants and pushed my panic back down my throat. I jogged the couple blocks BACK to the gym and called Adam. I told him what had happened and told him that if he would bring me my other music and notes, I could keep my class occupied for about 15 minutes.
So I took the class through Core.....then legs....then abs.....and just as I was running out of things to pull out of my back pocket.....Adam walked in to save me. Whew! So it all worked out ok - although Adam's at-home relaxation was so rudely interrupted.
When I finally got home, I found that in between trips to town to save my butt, Adam had also cleaned the entire house. He even admitted to doing some laundry - which is forbidden for anyone to touch except me. But I was just happy to see clean, fuzzy Jammies (which, afterall, are my REAL specialty) and told him i forgave him.
Now you're probably all wondering what in the heck I did for him to repay him. Well, not much, hahahaha! We've had a long standing tradition of making each other the most hillarious cards we can muster for all holidays. Store-boughten ones just will not suffice. So I made him an incredibly humorous card that he loved, and then promised to finish a little project I've been working on for our anniversary, and have never finished. I know - superly exciting!
But heck, he got a new wedding ring from me for his B-day. He's older than me, by the way. :)
