When H & I were first married we agreed. "For our 10 year anniversary we will stop our lives for a weekend, and go away together and celebrate the accomplishment of being married for 10 years." Given the divorce rates in the country, I honestly think a 10 year marriage is deserving of street fair, fireworks, and a cheesy wall plaque or paper weight that says, "TEN YEARS OF SERVICE" on it, don't you?
Well, 10 years came and went, and we were busy... and poor, and 11 years came and went, and again, busy, poor and so 12 years... yea, you get the point.... well, 13 years is next month, and guess what?
We're still busy and poor... but that doesn't seem to have stopped us this time! We're finally going on our TEN YEAR kid free ANNIVERSARY getaway!
That's right, I said kid free - we have bowls of cat food filled up around the house and a litter box, so they'll be fine, right?
OH, all right... I mean, I can't exactly tie them to a chair can I? Well, that's why my Dad is so cool. He's arriving tonight to kid wrangle. Too bad his blog is dry and about all kinds of money stuff (if only I ever took his advice, we could have afforded this trip ages ago) because I have a feeling that the weekend will be as blogworthy for D-Dad as it will be for me & H.