Happy Anniversary

We had a happy anniversary. My incredible husband of seven years bought me a card and took me out on a nice date. I framed a picture of our son, wrote him a little love note and made some of his favorite trail mix…I like to call it KennyMix as it is the concoction of Kris’ dad. We dropped Owen off around 6:00 and went to 101st Airborne for dinner. If you read the reviews on this restaurant you will get a pretty good idea of our experience. Decent food and horrible service. Don’t get me wrong…the one waitress who was working last night was very nice…she was just a little off. Her elevator went all the way up but when the doors open the only thing getting out is the bong residue. It’s a story I enjoy telling but it’s too long to type tonight. Ask me about it later.

We were on Murfreesboro road so I suggested we head on down to our old apartment. It was our anniversary after all, we could reminisce a little and see the place we first lived after getting married. That area of town is not the best and I honestly expected the place to have gone down hill, but to my surprise it looked pretty good. It’s a very old complex but it’s been kept up pretty well and I didn’t see anything that would lead me to believe things have gotten any worse in the seven years since we first lived there.

We then drove up to Opry Mills Mall and Shoe Carnival to buy shoes. Kris and I were both in desperate need of black shoes. The pair he had been wearing were literally falling apart. The sole of the shoe had split and there was a growing hole in the top of one of them. I needed a pair because I don’t have any. The last pair I bought were for my last two months of pregnancy and they were huge in order to supply room for my big fat Jell-o feet. The pair before that were cheap and hurt my feet so badly I ended up throwing them in the trash so that I wouldn’t be tempted to put myself through the torture of wearing them again. I thought that would force me to buy new shoes but it has been two years at least since I threw those away and I’ve been doing without ever since. Why is it so hard for me to break down and buy a pair of shoes? I don’t know. I feel like I’m wasting money somehow and then I feel like I need to buy the absolute perfect shoe because who knows how long it will be before I can buy another pair. It needs to go with everything and have multiple uses. Then there’s the question of style…and believe me when I’m buying something to wear…the question is, do I have any style. I have never been good at shopping and I’ve never been confident about what I wear. I’ve never considered myself a tom-boy…but I am not a girly-girl when it comes to clothes shopping. So…I picked out a pair that I thought looked good and then I asked another customer, who seemed to have a nice ensemble going, if she thought they would look good with certain outfits. She was helpful and I bought the shoes. Kris got himself a nice pair of dress shoes too and I think we did pretty well. The manager even let Kris spin the wheel. We got $2.00 off our purchase.

From the mall, we went back to the Weber’s and picked up a very tired but still going strong, Owen. He was having a great time with all the toys and evidently had played a duet with Melissa on the piano as well. What a treat! We got back to the house, put Owen to bed and still had time to watch the 4th quarter of Monday Night Football. How romantic. I won’t tell you what else we did…