Starting now, husband and I are finally married longer than we were dating.
We asked “What do you want to do for your anniversary?” The both of us couldn’t really come up with a MUST do.
Husband went to give platelets this morning to the Red Cross, like he does every other week.
He came home with breakfast. I ate and watched him do some quick banking in the AH.
We decided to go to the beach and have lunch at BJ’s in Laguna Beach.
It was beautiful.
There was a sand sculpture contest going on and we got to watch a mother and daughter team in action. The right number of people were on the beach playing volleyball, throwing Frisbees, fishing, sunbathing, etc.
We visited my uncle’s shop to see if there was anything new. He made our wedding rings so it seemed appropriate to stop in and say hi.
BJ’s was delicious. Yummy deeeeeep dish pizza.
Talk was about everything and nothing.
At one point husband was complaining about the rocks. I told him he was “delicate”, which he didn’t deny. But does that make me “rough?” No, Husband said I was “abrasive.” I can see that. Like sandpaper, nice from afar but getting to close can hurt more than you think. =P
We spent hours down at the beach. It reminds me why we deal with all the icky things you have to deal with to live in Southern California (like $4.39 gas prices.)