So Hubby and I ventured into Boston for an overnight to celebrate our anniversary. The boyz had a sleepover at Grandma's and barely said goodbye when we dropped them off. They were too excited at the prospect of maximum spoilage to acknowledge our departure, apparently.
Our first stop: Verizon. To replace my cell phone which I inadvertently
Our second stop: Sears. To replace the stove that the installers broke. We were reimbursed (OF COURSE THEY HAD TO PAY FOR IT!) for the amount that it would cost to replace the glass, but we instead chose to buy a new oven. Yay! Delivery is on Monday, with specific instructions for the deliverymen to proceed with caution on the new floor. Just my luck they'll scratch the shit out of our new floor.
Our third stop: Boston! Proceeded to belly-up at a bar in Faneuil Hall to watch the Sox/Yankees game and much to my chagrin, the NFL draft. EVERY SINGLE anniversary weekend we've celebrated over the past 8 years has involved watching at least some part of the frickin' NFL bullcrap. You'd think I'd be smart enough by now to schedule our anniversary getaway on a weekend when it's NOT draft day. Next year, I swear. So after much (drinking and) conversation, we headed back to the hotel to change for dinner. We could only get reservations at our favorite restaurant in the north end for 9:15. Which is a BIG night out for us, because let's face it, usually I'm in my jammies at 9:15 at night.
Our meal was fabulous, our conversation was
This morning, he was up at the ass-crack of dawn, while I luxuriated in the king-size bed alone, and SLEPT for an additional 2 more hours. Ahhh, heaven.
And now we're back in the Trenches. But, this is the best part, I'm ALL ALONE. Hubby went to pick up the boyz, but Middle and Baby were napping. So he's still there visiting with his parents. What a great weekend.
What? You're wondering if I missed my 3 little boyz while I was away? Ummm...nope. When I know they're being