We did not go out to dinner. We ate leftovers (salmon, veggies) with the twins, plus Rocket Boy made a fresh batch of spaetzle and gravy. We did not do anything special. I had suggested going out for ice cream, but it got too late to go. Rocket Boy didn't bring home flowers, as he did last year, nor chocolate like the year before. Not even a card. I had a card, but it was one I bought some years ago -- it had been sitting in a drawer ever since. So really, neither of us did anything at all in honor of the day.
All this probably sounds very bad, as though our 13th anniversary will be our last, but actually it was a happy time. We were in a much better mood tonight than we were last night. Very early this morning, I got Pie Bear transferred from the super expensive emergency hospital to the much cheaper Humane Society clinic, so our costs have gone way down. Pie is doing better, too -- perhaps will come home tomorrow. The twins and I had a peaceful, lazy day together. For some reason they decided not to fight today. Once in a while they have a day like that, as though they're just tired of fighting. They played most of the day, and in the late afternoon we went to the library and got books about vegetables (this week's theme).
After dinner, even though it was past 8 pm, we walked to the park. I brought the card, and my camera. RB opened the card, and then I had him add a message to me too, so it could be a joint card. Then we took a selfie:Don't we look happy? Or at least not about to get divorced. I looked back at my blog postings for August 10th the last two years, and was amused by how awful our dinners out were, both years. Two years ago was the worst, at the Teahouse, but last year was bad too, at Chautauqua. Not to say that I don't ever want to go out to dinner on my anniversary again, of course I do, but having a low-key evening for our 13th was OK.
The twins played on the slide until it got dark.
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