I have now spent 3,652 days as Mrs. The Husband. There is not one single day out of those 3,652 days that I have wished not to be Mrs. The Husband.
Although not every day was easy, they were all worth it.
When we were back in Fargo for our trip last week, we took a quick trip up to the church at which we were married.
All I wanted was a picture with that one window in it. The Husband took it in one shot.
He’s good. But I knew that.
Ten years…I hope it’s just the beginning.
We made it back to Portland late yesterday afternoon from a 10-day trip out to the Midwest to celebrate the wedding of a very special friend of mine, and my body decided that it’d had enough. I don’t know what it is about long roadtrips that makes my body revolt. But alas. Here we are.
It’s just now that I realized that it’s really difficult to type with fake fingernails on, too. Oh well, they were fun while they lasted!
As far as a Weekly Menu, I’m a day late and a dollar short. I’ve got some store-bought freezer meals I think we’ll make for a few days, and I figured The Husband and I would celebrate a very special anniversary.
So, while I and the rest of my household recovers from the good chaos of the last few weeks, enjoy this picture taken somewhere in Idaho.
I just got done watching Mom’s Night Out, which I got from Netflix.
I might never give it back.
Today I found out that I spelled Stitch’s middle name wrong on her official birth certificate. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a big deal if she wasn’t named after someone very special to me.
I am definitely feeling like Mother of the Year and Granddaughter of the Year material right now.
Name: Kung Pow HausFrau
Occupation: Kung Pow HausFrau
Classified. Declassified. Near Portland, Oregon
Family: Me. Matriarch. Muahahaha. (That was my feeble attempt at an evil laugh.)
The Husband. The steady engine that keeps things moving.
Munchkin. Equal parts flighty and stubborn.
Oompa-Loompa. Passionate and articulate.
Stitch. As in, Lilo and Stitch. That pretty much sums her up.
Mission of this blog: A little distraction from the real world. Don’t we all need a little break now and then?