Yesterday was anniversary number 7. I'd decided to get hubby a backscratcher as a gag gift (to keep away the 7 year itch...), but then I looked up backscratchers online and found a really cool one here (warning: do not view this if you eschew animal products!). I also got him a special bottle of his favorite rum and a couple of cute knickknacks, including a pretty little plant starter consisting of a blue bottle, some beads and some copper wire (copper is the 7th anniversary gift). He had wanted to get me something for my home audio studio, but didn't know what to get, and he ordered a couple of books about home recording from my Amazon wish list.

I told him he had actually started on the best present he could give me--he started finishing the work on our porch which he began 2 years ago. 2 YEARS AGO. He drives me nuts starting projects and never finishing them. There are so many little (and some big) things still to be done to the house I've lived in for 7 1/2 years. We go round and round because he complains that I don't clean, and I feel like it's polishing a, well, you get my drift. I would be more inclined to clean something worth cleaning. Since he works for himself and it's a one-man operation, he works from our house, which means his business papers, tools, etc. are all over our dining area and kitchen. We eat all our meals on the couch, which is depressing to me. Every once in awhile, he'll get energetic and start to work on something, but then he moves back to his hobbies. I suppose we'll have a decent home someday.