Let it rip

Today is my anniversary.


Eleven years.

We don't normally celebrate or buy each other presents.  But this year we must be in a good place because we both surprised each other with gifts.


The first store the kids and I went to didn't have what I was looking for, season 2 and season 3 of "Arrested Development."  I usually don't cave on buying my kids toys, but I must be tired from the vacation still or the infection from the jellyfish sting is making me weak because I caved.  I bought them each a Beyblade.  Anyone know about these toys?  My kids enjoy them immensely.  Tim, my husband, calls them expensive tops.  As the kids play with these toys they say "1-2-3, let it rip" over and over and over.  But they are happy, so I caved.


As we made our way out of the store I had another one of those aha, thankful moments.  Looking at the shopping cart full of floppy haired kids with mismatched clothes I felt more amazement.  Amazed that this is my family and it all started when Tim and I decided to get married.

Blurry picture from iphone, sorry.  But you get the idea.

So, I got Tim two dvds of Arrested Development because it is funny and he loves it.  I am kind of obsessed with the show right now.


When I got home we presented each other with the gifts.  He was excited about his and I jumped up and down about my present like it was a diamond ring.  Tim gave me alcohol.


So our big plans to celebrate our eleven years of marital bliss are: watch old tv shows and I am going to get a little bit drunk.  1-2-3 let it rip!


I dare you not to laugh at this clip.  Seriously.