Tomorrow Handsome and I are going out to celebrate our anniversary.
Which is nice.
And we have small Leather gifts for each other, because that is the traditional gift for year 3.
I'd tell you what Handsome's gift is, but then you'd tell him and and then it wouldn't be a surprise... Its really hard for me to keep his presents a secret from him. Really, the only saving grace tonight is that he's on shift so I can't tell him. But tomorrow, I'm going to give him his little present (because we both bought them off of Amazon for less than $20, including shipping), we're going to eat in a nice restaurant, and I'm going to have filet AND dessert. Probably cheesecake.
But, lest you confuse us with any other couple, please do not imagine that Handsome has gone all mushy-romantic on me; it hasn't happened, and it won't, most likely ever, happen. My proof is in the following two conversations, both of which were had today.
Me: It would be nice, when we're riding bikes, if you'd be a little concerned when I fall off my bike.
H: Listen. If you got hit by a car, I would stop and check on you. If you wrecked your bike into
a tree, I would stop riding and come back to you. But if you just want to lay your bike down
and get a scrape or two, no, I'm not going to throw everything down and run over to you.
You fell off of your bike. Two-year-olds do it every day. When you deserve sympathy, you'll
Me: But sometimes I think I deserve more sympathy than you think I do.
H: Like I said; get run over by a car, and I'll give you sympathy. Until then, pick yourself up, drink
some water, and get back on your bike.
Me: Hey, the gift you got me came in the mail.
H: Oh, okay, are you going to bring it with you tomorrow?
Me: Me, bring the gift you got for me, to dinner?
H: Okay, so what do you want me to do with it?
Me: You could wrap it...
H: Its already wrapped.
Me: Its in the shipping package.
H: Yeah. That's the point of ordering it from Amazon. They wrap it all up in cardboard for you.
Me: Thats not really the same...
H: Well, when you got it out of the mail, could you tell what it was?
Me: Well, no...
H: There you go. Job well done, Amazon.
Unwrapping cardboard in a nice restaurant,