Ahhhh, what a day. June 9th. Our happy couple's wedding anniversary. It's been six great years. For those who don't know, every six years your wedding anniversary will fall on the day you got married. For instance, Jen and I got married on a Saturday; now, six years later, our anniversary is finally on a Saturday again. We both had the day off of work, it was gorgeous weather, and we have a neighbor kid who we trust to watch our daughter. Of course, it obvious how we spent our day...
Nothing says marital bliss like a garage sale. It was time, once again, to drag out our unwanted wares in the hopes that someone would take them off our hands. We had a bargain basement sale. In terms of dollars, we didn't make as much as we have in the past. However, in terms of space gained, we made a bundle.
Of couse, Peanut was on hand, chatting with customers and showing the customer service skills that make a father proud.
When the sale was over, it was time for Peanut to take a nap, and for Jen and I to clean up the garage. After working up a sweat moving things around in the garage, it was time to get cleaned up, wake the child and head out to dinner.
We ate at one of our favorite restauants, had some good food and drink, and a wonderful dessert. On the way home, while Emily was bopping around in her car seat, Jen was being blinded by the sun reflecting off of my side view mirror. She leaned forward, warning me not to get into an accident. As she said, this would deploy the airbag and "break my face". I found this to be very funny, and repeated it for my own amusement. From the backseat, after I said, "Hah! Break your face!", I hear a little voice say, "I'll break your arm."
I almost rolled the car. Who knew a two and a half year old could be so violent. Hilarious.
Obviously, we're sleeping with one eye open from now on.
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