This was our third year in a row going to iHop for breakfast on our anniversary. There's one fairly close to our apartment, so we get up early before work, eat breakfast, and then go our separate ways for the day.
Jordan always gets the same thing: biscuits and gravy with a side of sausage, scrambled eggs (he will only eat scrambled eggs!), and hash browns. I go for the Belgian waffle, because I love waffles and hardly ever get to eat them. I tried to make them myself once and failed so miserably I became enraged and threw out my waffle maker, so now our annual iHop trips are the only time I get to eat them.
We don't do anniversary gifts. Similar to what we do on Valentine's Day, we skip gifts and just get each other a card. However, this year Jordan had flowers delivered to me at work! This is only the second time he's bought me flowers in the six years I've known him. Don't they liven up my desk at work? I've been shamelessly carrying them home and then back again every day so I can get as much joy out of them as possible.
WHY DO FLOWERS HAVE TO DIE? I asked Jordan this, to which he replied, "Everything dies."
When I got the flowers, I called him to say thanks, and he pretended he didn't know what I was talking about. So I said, they were probably from the father of my baby. See how I make jokes? He was not amused.
After work, we made the sweet potato burrito bowl for dinner and officially declared it added to our dinner staples list. Soooo good and healthy! And cheap! And easy to make! Basically my dream meal. Plus I love buying the mini colored peppers! There's a slight chance I'm way too excited about this.
Then, while we ate dinner, we watched Star Wars to conclude the evening. The things I do for him, amIright? Jordan has been having major SW cravings lately, so we're rewatching all the movies before the new one comes out this fall. My nerdy husband is turning me into a nerd, and I don't hate it. Need proof? See below:
Then there was the time I accidentally called Han Solo "Hans." Actually we probably shouldn't talk about it. On to year five!