We made it through Monday with no lasting damage.
And I’d call that a significant achievement.
Last night, JW and I decided to stay in and make dinner, which resulted in pasta and shrimp, white wine and Oktoberfest (just like at our wedding, JW noted) and hanging out.
I had made a plea for no gifts (which is what I say when I want to sound non-materialistic, but just haven’t found the time to pick out something thoughtful, I confess), but as usual, JW had ignored that request.
This is what I found wrapped at the bottom of a gift bag:
It’s a piece of the dock that gave out on us last year, and I thought it was a pretty fun and sentimental violation of my no gifts please rule.
I’ve really got to step it up, chickens.
Up today, I’ve purchased the new Mumford & Sons album as a gift to both JW and me, and I’m looking forward to listening to all this music on repeat for the duration of the week.
I swoon for that vest on the right, chickadees.
And with that, I will leave you with something off the new album, to brighten up your Tuesday morning.