Sunday night Rob wandered into my home office where I was working. (Ok, fine, watching youtube videos, whatever.)
R: "Hey, um, are you expecting a big thing tomorrow? Should I get you a card or something?"Right.
J: What's tomorrow? *puzzled look*...*recognition* Oh, right!
R: "Guess that answers that..."
So Monday dawned with whining, argumentative children and a beautiful day. And thus began the traditional "We should do something today, right? Like, something...? What do you want to do? Just pick something and we'll do it... Dinner?" conversation. I worked from home all day so we could have this fascinating conversation the ceremonial 15 times. Somewhere toward late afternoon, after a few hours of weeding the back yard and patio and cleaning up sandbox toys that were strewn about in broken shards, I went inside and ordered Indian food. This is our go-to option for take out since nearly everything is gluten free and there's a reasonable number of healthy-ish things that the kids really enjoy, too.
Plus, Rob and I love it. It's not like we totally gave up and ordered a laundry basket full of chicken nuggets and french fries.
And thus our anniversary concluded in a glorious spread of pakora and paneer and aloo and biryani and chana. And a marathon of first season New Girl on Netflix.
It's no oatmeal full of bugs, but it'll do.