Some monthiversaries are more spectacular than others. Last month, we celebrated 43 months by attending my cousin's graduation open house, dining on homemade breaded tenderloins and watching a private fireworks show.
This month, Ryan mowed the lawn and I traveled to have the car serviced.
I'll go ahead and let you figure out which one was spectacular.
I'm generally adamant about a full-spectrum celebration ON THE ACTUAL DAY, but 44 months will just have to go down as low-key because the day demanded adulting.
We're preparing for my niece's wedding this weekend, so in order to be able to celebrate, real chores had to be done, and Tuesday was the day they had to be done.
We did squeeze in a photo shoot, and of course, Ryan had to be a ham in that. {Shocking to you, I'm sure.}
Then the day went downhill in a hurry...in a story we'll save for the podcast because it's just flat out funny when told out loud, but suffice it to say that my intention to hide in a corner of the car dealership and read my {intriguing} book was thwarted by car salesmen who mistook nose-in-book for an invitation to quiz me about our vehicular life and see if maybe we would be interested in any of the fine specimens on the lot.
And then I got gas and after punching in 29304820834092384 numbers on the quiz that apparently precedes pumping gas, I auto-pilot entered my old zip code and saw the words "TRANSACTION CANCELED! PLEASE SEE CASHIER." And the cashier said "I'll just cancel it and you can start over."
Sigh.
I came home to find Ryan putting away the push mower and dripping with sweat. I asked if he push mowed the whole yard, and he said, "Yeah, I forgot the keys to the other mower were with you in the car."
Happy monthiversary to us.
So we ate a grand dinner of nachos, and in case you're wondering, using broccoli as a chip-bed is no good. I normally use spinach in place of chips, but I discovered as I was plating dinner that ours had gone bad, so leftover steamed broccoli it was. That may go down as the worst monthiversary dinner ever.
But you know what wasn't a failure? Cuddling up on the couch with Ryan to watch DVR'd shows and being SO GRATEFUL for these last 44 months and all their adventure, spectacular and mundane.
This guy. He's my favorite.
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