As of yesterday, the Mister and I have been married for seven years. Despite many recommendations from the gift industry, we did not buy each other desk sets to commenerate the day.
(The desk set anniversary? Really?)
We decided earlier in the year that we are going to buy an interesting kitchen item for our anniversary each year, but didn't decide if we are going to buy a new one or count the mandoline he purchased early in the spring. Maybe 7 years is the "Broken Cuisinart Lid Replacement" anniversary.
We are such romantics!
And speaking of romance, one of the reasons The Mister is right for me is that he deliberately mows around interesting weeds in the lawn [photos of cool volunteers towering over ugly lawn intended to go here, but we're traveling and the technology is not obviously compatible at the moment]. Another is that even though we are going out for a special meal tonight, it's my birthday meal, so we're going out for a different meal for our anniversary while in Denver in two weeks. Yet another is that he is apparently the only person in the world who can pour Dianthus's juice correctly, and he does it. Everyday. Multiple times a day.
And speaking of romance, the Mister jokingly asked when the "brass anniversary" is. There are two different bronze anniversaries, but finding brass takes some doing.
Somebody says it's seven.
Happy Brass Mister.