It's not your usual anniversary gift...

So yesterday, my husband and I joked quite a bit about the significance of the day. He was pretty upset that he'd ordered me something, but it hadn't arrived yet. He wouldn't tell me what it was. I got him a card. I take that back, I got him something we both could enjoy.

It's something we've come use quite a bit, and I've managed to break a couple since we've moved. I can never find the right one when I need it. So I went and got a new one. It wasn't very pricey, but it's one of those things you never knew you needed until you had one.

I bought myself a new... drill bit kit. It's a small kit - I think it has twelve different sized bits, all in a nice little snap-tight container that I can store next to my toolbox. It did come in very handy when I was putting up pictures and needed to drill holes for the drywall anchors.

That said, last night was a lot of fun. We took the kids and went to the Mall of America. Had dinner and then went to "The Park at MOA" (aka Camp Snoopy) and hit a few rides. No Log Ride, though... Didn't want to end the evening walking to the car with a wet crotch. The six year old loves the Timberland twister - doesn't seem very big, but the car holds four people and spins around while on the rollercoaster. The four year old discovered the Ripsaw Rollercoaster this time, and the two year old is all about the Red Baron.

Not quite what we were doing ten years ago...

This morning, on the way out the door, I kissed my husband and told him, "Happy ten years and a day."