Anniversary

Go downstairs at 7:30.
Make coffee.
Put dishes away.
Make breakfast for everyone - BLTs.
Turn on fireplace.
Hubby comes down.
Nothing is said other than a kiss on the cheek. After 20 minutes I jokingly tell him he's in the doghouse and when he tries to speak, I say, I hope it's warm in your doghouse.
I take my breakfast, and my coffee, and head upstairs to read the paper on my laptop, only to walk into the room and see there's a card and a gift sitting on my laptap.
I HATE WHEN YOU DO THAT, Mr. Crazy Train!!!
And yes, it is warm in the doghouse.
Here's to another 11 years of these shenanigans!!! :)