Close to Perfect

Yesterday was close to perfect. So close that the line between utterly blissful and completely perfect is indistinguishable. The only thing that caused that line to be present at all was the love bug factor...

Before Matt and I left the house yesterday, we used our new toaster oven for the first time. There was a small sticker on the toaster oven that warned that it emits smoke the first few times it is used. This sticker directly contributed to the fact that I credited that warning label when I saw a pretty good amount of smoke rising from the toaster oven...A few moments later, I saw that I had failed to remove a piece of cardboard inside the oven. It was burning quite nicely inside, along with the sandwiches we were toasting. My good-natured husband even declined to make fun of my novice cooking skills. Our day was off to a wonderful start!

After we scarfed our sandwiches (and put out the cardboard-fire inside the toaster oven), we bopped on down to the Arcadia Watermelon Festival. After we had seen our fill of crafts and food vendors, we meandered to a particularly interesting exhibit. It had a bird of some sort (white and very pretty) as well as a baby alligator! It was cool. Next, we went to the Young Professionals booth and got down to the business of making and peddling watermelon slushes. It was quite fun, and I met a lot more of the friendly natives of this town. The only downside was the fact that the ever-present love bugs seemed to be attempting to contaminate the ingredients supply. We did, however, diligently guard against this. I can unequivocally state that we served no slushes with love bugs or parts of love bugs in them!



After we had served the slushes for a couple of hours, we headed on down to Brenda Lee's to have a quick bite and wash the watermelon juice off our hands. As usual, both the service and food at Brenda Lee's was excellent! We learned that the sweet girl who works at the front counter is moving on to another job and wished her well.

Next, we were off to the beach! The water temperature was just right. As we frolicked on the same beach where we said our vows, the sun sparkled off the water like zillions of diamonds. We played in the water, enjoying ourselves immensely. Then, my husband's wedding ring came off his finger as he was swimming underwater! When he told me this, I thought he was surely joking. After his repeated attempts to dive under the water to find it, I became convinced of his sincerity. I think he thought I would get bent out of shape about it, but I merely reassured him that it would be ok. The fact is, we had purchased two wedding bands for him, because we weren't sure what size would be better, so we had a backup ring. He said his hand felt naked without his ring, so I took off my band and gave it to him to wear.





As we happily munched our way through several maki rolls, I kept glancing at my husband's hand, laughing as he commented that the sparkles it made caused him to feel like Liberace.

We had a near-perfect day, and my husband's backup wedding ring is now safely located on the fourth finger of his left hand. Right where it should be.