Last month I was talking to one of the cleaners at my office about how my anniversary was coming up on September 1st. She told me her anniversary was a few days later, on the 3rd. I thought to myself “if I see her on the 3rd, I should wish her a happy anniversary!”

Flash forward to September 3rd this week and I see her and say “happy anniversary!”

She’s all “what?” with a confused face, and I immediately think I must have gotten the day wrong.

So I say “Oh! I thought you told me your wedding anniversary was today! Did I get it wrong?”

She’s like, “No, I was married in 1991, on September 3rd.”

Then I watch as she’s like, “wait, that’s today!”

Ha! We laughed quite a bit. I guess when you’ve been married that long, you totally forget. For what it’s worth, later in the week I accidentally told her it was our 17th, not 18th, anniversary.

This story is much funnier in person.


We attended the Northern Illinois Airshow today. It’s close to home—held at the airport we fly out of!

We had beautiful (chilly!) fall-like weather. It was nice to wear a sweatshirt.

Watching aerobatics and seeing the cool old planes and fighter jets never gets old.

And we got to visit with Steven’s old flying instructor, Josh, which was nice! We hadn’t seen him in over a year!

I’m glad we went!


I photoshopped a red spot off my chin in that first photo. A weird scab showed up on my chin Monday the 18th and despite leaving the scab alone, it looks like it’s going to leave a mark. CRY! (I’ve photoshopped it out of most photos!)

A picture of it from August 20th

I wasn’t planning about posting about it. Slow Saturday night?


And finally, when we got back from the airshow I looked outside at the garden and told Steven I thought I saw some green beans.

So, funny story—these didn’t look like they were growing so I’d forgotten about them. Now we have a ton of delicious green beans! Yum!

I should have taken a better photo! This is a colander, overflowing with green beans. There’s about 2x that amount underneath.

My snister’s new cat (!!!!!) Figaro (aka Figgy) sent a hilarious ball launcher toy to our cats—it comes with two plastic guns that you shoot pom poms out of. Our cats have been going crazy for it (and it’s a lot of fun for the humans too). Thanks, Figgy!