Yesterday was our ninth wedding anniversary. Nine years. Very cool. We're almost into double digits and numbers I don't know in foreign languages. Even cooler.
We always give each other something from the traditional anniversary gift list. Nine years is pottery/ceramics. We both waited until yesterday to go shopping for gifts. Around 11:30, I went into a store near D's office to look for pottery, The Real Mother Goose. I'm not even sure where else one would go in Portland to get pottery because I'm far from a pottery seeker. After browsing aimlessly for about 20 minutes, the clerk asks me if she can help me. I said, "Well, it's my ninth wedding anniversary and that is pottery and well, my husband and I aren't pottery people." She then says, "That's funny. There was a man in her earlier today who said that same thing." Immediately I knew it had to be D. Fast forward to our gift exchange later in the day and sure enough, it was D. We missed each other by probably 15 minutes or so. Anyway, I got him a bowl and he got me a chicken and a piece of art. But, then he got me another gift that was delivered today: a new iMac! Woohoo! Now that's how to celebrate nine years. So, in terms of presents, D wins the 9 year wedding anniversary battle. Of course, when he wins, I win.Weekend away
In other news, D and I are heading away for the weekend for his company's retreat. Originally we were just going to be gone on Saturday night. However, after Amber offered to take Avery on Friday night, too, we realized we could stay Friday night up there, too. This is important because it gives me the opportunity to sleep in before my oh-so-difficult afternoon of spa-ing.
In the evening we have a party where the dress code is hipsters. I'm wearing a purple 80's style prom dress, a green cummerbund, green and black striped tights, a purple vest/shrug, and blue rimmed Ray-Ban knock off glasses topped off with black hiking boots.
On Sunday, there's apparently a very popular brunch at the lodge where we're staying (Skamania), so I'm looking forward to that, too!
Meanwhile, Avery is talking non-stop of her coming sleep over with Josie. And she's talking a lot about Cayden. I think she might have some sort of platonic crush on Cayden. We hardly ever see Cayden, yet when I have gum, Avery will ask me, "Can Cayden have gum?" She does the same thing at other random times. She wants to know what jammies Cayden will be wearing and whether they'll be scary. The mind of a 3yo fascinates me.
