First Anniversary Gift = Lottery Tickets. Booyah!

For all of the good luck and good fortune he's brought me, one lottery ticket for each month we've been married. I didn't just hand over a wad of scratch offs, I made an ugly and elaborate calendar out of expensive craft paper, stickers and a glue stick, and worked on it for two days. It's ugly, but thoughtful. I'm not so good with handi-crafts. We won $2.

I injured myself on the first day of crafting. I did something to my right foot such that the ball of my foot is swollen and a little purple and hurts when I walk on it. I googled it. I swear, if WebMD had a co-pay, I'd be broke. This gave me two possible diagnoses: a stress fracture or Morton's Neuroma. Of course some weird foot thing that isn't serious but is annoying and unsightly would have a Jewish name. I've decided to walk it off for now. I hurt myself standing on my tip toes and trying to use a glue stick out of range. It's basically just something new for me to whine about.

My husband gave me written vows. When we got married, we wrote our own vows, but his weren't really vows - it was more of an acceptance speech for a wife. We celebrated further by having cake & eggs for breakfast and breaking out a new dog toy to get Truffles to leave us alone for ten minutes. Well, one year down and no murder/suicides for us. Success!

Here is my craft project that looks like it was produced by a legally blind middle-schooler: