Today is our official anniversary. (Happy Anniversary, Babe!)
Don’t mind the odd angle. My 7-year-old son took it for us.
Dinner at Ruth’s Chris last night was divine. I had the Petit Filet with the lump crab and hollandaise on top. Yum-Yum-YUM!! Our meat came still sizzling on 150-degree plates, and who had to touch them to see how hot they really were? I’ll give you a hint. It wasn’t me.
**I’ve been corrected. The plates were 400 degrees. An even better reason NOT to touch them, wouldn’t you say??**
For dessert I had the chocolate special, which was okay, but if I ever go back, I will get the creme brulée. I had a bite of my husband’s, and it was TO. DIE. FOR.
We did get a picture before we left the house, but after all my yammering about the dress, I’m afraid it’s going to be a letdown. It’s a pretty basic dress, really, but I felt great in it and my husband loved it.
I have to say, though, speaking of my dress, that I was appalled at some of the attire I saw last night, especially for a Saturday night. There were people in casual shorts and t-shirts, men in sandals, and not just one or two people either. Ironically, I had worried that I might be under-dressed in the halter top and jeans I’d been planning to wear. As it turned out, that would have been just fine, but there were plenty of people dressed nicely too, and I felt confident and pretty in my new dress!
Before we left the house, I gave Paul the electric razor I’d picked up earlier this week. He was psyched. He’s been using a regular disposable razor ever since his last electric one broke, which was several years ago.
And when we got in the truck to go, there was a gift bag in the passenger seat with THIS inside! He picked it out all on his own. Didn’t he do a good job!? And he told me, “I know you already have a bunch of them, but this is the new fall 2007 line!” Oh that boy knows me well.