And also, happy anniversary to us! John and I were married nine years ago today, which makes me feel old, and at the same time, makes me think, “HOLY CHICKEN MARSHMALLOW BALLS (tm Dooce) we were so young when we got married!” That might not have been the exact wording of that thought, but you get the idea. And I like that phrase. 🙂
I just came back from my first pedicure in….well, more than two months for sure. I don’t remember exactly when I last pampered my feet. It was definitely before we became, ahem, monetarily challenged. My new job starts in exactly one week, and I need nice-looking feet. Well, I don’t need them, but they sure make me feel more prepared. I’m putting my manicure off until this weekend (I really do need nice-looking hands) because a whole week would give me way too many opportunities to screw up my nails. No one at work will actually see my feet until summer when I can wear sandals.
I have a very busy (and short) week. I need to buy clothes (yay for after-Christmas sales!), get a haircut, fill out paperwork for my new job, prepare for New Year’s Eve (clean and shop), and get as much filing done as possible.
Anyway, so today is our anniversary. Maybe I’ll remember my camera and manage to take a picture of the two of us at dinner. ‘Cause we’re going out to dinner. We’re going to Hooked, a seafood place I’ve been dying to try ever since our buddy Jeff first told us about it. It’s been at least two years since he told us about it, and there’s no good reason why we haven’t made it there in that ridiculously large amount of time, but – look, we’re going there tonight, so back off, okay? 🙂 They have mussels. I love mussels. I’m having mussels for dinner. Yay!