Lucky Number Seven

Seven years ago today, we got married.

That makes today our lucky seventh anniversary! Yay!

So far, just three hours into the day, the dog has puked on the freshly cleaned kitchen floor and my husband stepped on a good sized piece of glass (who knows where it came from!) and bled all over the same floor. Worst of all, some little boy climbed into the desk chair and onto the desk where he was able to reach my camera that was sitting on the shelf above. You guessed it - the shutter is now broken. This means I no longer have a camera.

Y'all, I seriously want to cry. My camera was nothing big, or fancy, but I used it so much! Even worse, we're going into the holiday season. I'm not going to have pictures of him on Halloween. No record of moving into where ever it is we decide to move. No snapshots on Christmas morning. All I will have are crappy phone pictures, and I can't even take those at night. I can't even begin to think about replacing it either due to the move and the car repainting that are coming up here soon.

I know it's a stupid thing to be upset about, because there are people in the world right now dealing with bigger issues and sadder losses. I just really really really wish he hadn't done it. I know - heck of a romantic anniversary blog post, huh?

Hopefully the rest of the day will be luckier.