So yeah. Our anniversary happened over our vacation, whether we were prepared for it or not. As you can see from above, we were not. After this brief text conversation with my mom I think the conversation with Shawn went something like this:
Me: “My mom just informed me that today is actually our anniversary, not tomorrow like we thought..”
Shawn: “Huh. Well happy anniversary…”
Me: “Shoot. I didn’t actually bring a card or gift or anything for you here, I hope that’s okay?”
Shawn: “Totally fine. I didn’t bring anything for you either..”
Me: “Awesome! Now lets go lay around the pool, drink a few beers, and fall asleep to celebrate!”
And that concludes our anniversary celebration.
Romantics at heart we are.
Here are a few pictures from the day.
day outing to his fav, Margaritaville. Which if we are being honest, we totally sat down at the bar, decided we didn’t want to pay $11 for a drink and $15 for nachos so we hightailed it to Chipotle and sat gleefully while enjoying our chicken burrito bowl and modelos.
Cheers to number seven babe–hopefully we’ll actually remember number eight! Here’s to hoping…
ps. this was seven years of celebration. SEVEN. I am only twenty-seven now. If any twenty year old comes up to me and tells me they are getting married anytime soon I will most likely smack them silly. Have you even hit puberty at age 20?!?! Judging by our wedding pictures, no. You most certainly haven’t.
At least you have the skinny thing going for you when you get married before you have reached the legal drinking age. So maybe I retract my words. Do get married prior to 21. It will make for many “remember how much less I weighed before I
started drinking wine married you?!?” moments.
pps. when you do get married, get married in Jamaica. you’ll be high on love…or something for that matter.