Today was crazy. We are in a transition at the Freeway Farmhouse that could lead to exciting things! Or leave us with almost every wall in our house removed and us standing there clueless. We have excitement tempered by nauseating fear. Good times to be had by all.

We had a celebratory dinner of fondue tonight. The farmhouse minions love to poke those fondue forks into the food and devour. It’s when they start the sword fighting at the table that I remember why we shouldn’t allow a bunch minions to have pseudo weapons.

(yes, I broke out the finest of china)

Why did we have a celebratory dinner with all the farmhouse minions?

Friends, I have a confession to make.

I forgot.

I forgot our wedding anniversary AGAIN! Seven years of wedded bliss and I forgot.

I’ll let that sink in. Got it? Ok, good. I don’t know how I forget it, almost every year, but I do! It’s the same date year in and year out, but I never see it coming! I get so preoccupied by my two eldest boy’s birthdays and the preparations for Easter that I just plumb forget.

And that, my friends, is why I am a terrible wife.

But hey, at least I kept everyone alive today. I call that a win. And I have wine. That is also a win.

So, to my husband, happy seven years of marriage! Aren’t you just the luckiest man to be married to me? That’s rhetorical, please don’t answer.