Our 14th anniversary has been just like (I'm assuming) all of the other pandemic anniversaries: mostly uneventful.
Today was the last day of Chet's post-deployment 14-day quarantine at home, and we spent most of it checking off the remaining items on our "quarantine to-do list."
One of which was hanging this (peel-and-stick) wallpaper in the downstairs bathroom. (Make no mistake: I came up with the idea, and selected and bought the paper, but DID NOT help. Unless you count handing the ruler to Chet once helping.)
Other tasks included: washing the cars (Chet's choice) and reorganizing the various electronic cords in our house (my choice).
I'm sure Chet would have preferred to watch woodworking videos on YouTube rather than answer questions like, "Should the extra iPhone cords go in the kitchen drawer with the scissors or the buffet drawer with the rubber bands?"
But Chet is patient and kind, which is one reason we're celebrating our 14th anniversary.
(He also makes me laugh, hence my wrinkled nose in the picture.)
(For example:
Chet: "The wallpaper's not perfect. If you lay on the floor you can see a few creases and bubbles."
Me: "That's okay. Wait...NO ONE is going to be laying on the bathroom floor!"
Chet: "Well, I just did. And I saw creases and bubbles.")
Also, Sydney wrote us an unsolicited anniversary card that said, "Happy anniversary! Sorry your day was just normal."
That's okay, Syd. It suited us, because we're "just normal."
(Except when we're fretting over iPhone cords and laying on bathroom floors.)
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