Brian and I are quickly approaching our ninth wedding anniversary, it’s this Thursday, but we celebrated this weekend with our kids going to Grandma’s for the night, then we went to dinner and I did not drink too much (don’t listen to Brian if he tells you anything different, or Christy who I drunk texted, m’kay?  or Crooked Eyebrow who I drunk texted, too.) (not to self – when drinking, leave blackberry in glove compartment.  Amen.)   and then we went furniture shopping because is there anything more romantic than that?

Oh and we did shop at Wal-Mart after dinner, but we went there for more alcohol and while I should not have gone there since I said I was breaking up with Wal-Mart last week, I can blame being drunk from the vodka filled cosmo and the glasses of red wine, or..uh, I mean, I was drunk from ALL OF THE LOVE. 

Yes, that’s more like it.

The night before our big drunk date our romantic celebration we were furniture shopping with the kids (which I only recommend to you if you like stabbing sticks in your eyes) and I found a BEAUTIFUL painting that I loved and that would look stunning above our fireplace, the only problem is that it was a few hundred dollars and if anyone knows Brian, you know that the only time he likes things that are a few hundred dollars are when it’s on a paycheck.  So, you can see where we tend to butt heads.  Especially when it means spending money on something that just sits there and looks pretty for years to come, he much prefers to spend that type of cash on say, a Wii or a vacuum cleaner or a lawn mower or sunglasses or computer wire, not that I blame him or anything.

But in MY defense, I do not commonly fall in love with artwork, in fact, I’m quite picky, but this particular piece took my breath away and it had a wonderful tree on it and it made me think of our James and Jake, it was peaceful and beautiful.  I thought about the sad day, years from now when our children would fight over who would get this phenomenal piece of art after my passing.  *sigh*

And let me back up a bit to stop and remind you that last week, I mentioned, in passing, that our washing machine was broken and well, it’s true, it was broken.  By Saturday morning the situation was turning critical as the laundry piles were building and the water that was sitting in the washer when it broke was still sitting in the same washer and well, standing water is never a good thing, unless it’s in an ocean and I’m sitting by it in a chair with a margarita and a flat stomach.

This was not the case.  So, Brian called the repair guy and he basically said "well, I’ll charge you $109 just to come out to your house and seven years ago you paid $350 for this washer, sooooooooooooooooo…just buy a new one."

Which I’m sure he meant from his store, but that just went right over our heads and instead of the family owned appliance store with excellent service, with whom I went to high school with their daughter, we decided to go to Best Buy.  Because, well, isn’t that where you go to buy a washing machine?

But, the salesperson at Best Buy was ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC, (big shout-out to Best Buy coming….) not only did the person at Best Buy teach us about every single washer, he didn’t really care what we bought, because he doesn’t work on commission, so when he was helping us?  HeDsc_9167_2 was really helping us and it was amazing.  And then, on a Sunday, about 20 hours after we walked into Best Buy, I was washing a load of laundry in my brand new, front loading, very fancy and smart and efficient washing machine.  And to make matters even better?  I was actually sad when I was done with my laundry last night.  I’m not kidding.

I may actually re-wash my clothes, you know, for fun.

And Ariel?  Well, she watches the cycles like it’s the best Hannah Montana episode ever.

It’s awesome.

So, my point is, that washing machine?  Has suddenly turned into our anniversary present, which is terribly romantic and all, but seriously?  A washing machine? 

I know, we are overloaded with romance here at the folding laundry household, it’s just like the year we bought a house for our anniversary in 2003.

It’s the stuff Harlequins are made of.

But next year, we decided we are going to do something really amazing and different…we are going to buy the matching dryer. 

I honestly can’t wait.

(since many of you are asking…no, we did not get the artwork.)

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