Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Ocho

Carrie and I have been married 8 years today. Pretty great! Love you, baby!

Saturday Carrie posted to Facebook something to the effect of, 'it would be in your best interest not to finish all the ice cream for the next 6 months.' The next 6 months being, of course, the remainder of the current pregnancy. I accepted my failing, and on the way home stopped by Walmart and bought one of every basic Ben & Jerry's flavor they had. She woke up to the top level of the chest freezer filled with ice cream.

Last week I lost my wedding ring for most of the week. On Sunday I grabbed a pair of jeans out of the closet and found my ring in the pocket. That's pretty much where it is 50% of the time that it's not on my finger. The other 50% it's next to a sink or on the kitchen bar.

Later that same day we took the kids to the pool. Carrie hasn't seen her wedding ring since. She definitely remembers having her turtle ring on in the pool, which likely means her wedding ring was on when she got in as well. Doh!