So I’m running late again, with my Monday snapshot. But there’s a very good reason for that.
Last week was our third wedding anniversary. THREE YEARS! Crazy talk.
The day before, I had no present, no card, no car (hub-in-boots needed my vehicle after an incident involving a tow truck) and no idea.
I googled anniversary ideas (no, not original) and this came up:
A present for every hour. So at 8:03, hub-in-boots had a pressie saying “thanks for bringing home the …”. It was a gift wrapped bacon sandwich. Weird, but bacon is his favourite. Thing. Ever.
At 9:03: “I thought we’d lose the ….off our backs”. And inside, a new shirt.
The rest were mainly scooby snacks for work, but at 12:03 he got: “I asked Jensen to say CHEESE for your birthday. He thought I was NUTS.” and this pic:
At 4:03, he got an email with a picture of 21 Italians, as we were off to a restaurant called Ventuno.
What he didn’t realise, is that we were going by :
Water taxi! We have a jetty at our place, and we’ve always talked about getting a water taxi somewhere, but in three years we never have. After a big “can I be bothered” then a “i shouldn’t spend the money”, my friend Sim told me you only live once, just pull my finger out and do it. So I did.
It was AWESOME.
We had champagne (from 5:03, you still make me feel bubbly inside!), and took our glasses, and the pram (!!!) down to the jetty.
And why is my post late? Food poisoning (from a party, not our anniversary dinner!). And let me tell you, true love is not water taxis on sydney harbour, it is holding your wife’s hair back while she hurls. And hurls. And hurls….