Bored
Hmmm... seems the only time I find to blog is when I'm stuck at Brian's house on a Monday when I should be at work. Interesting. (Not really.)
One of my managers tried to make me come in. The other was more sympathetic. But they both expect me in tomorrow. For the first of 3 days of 10-hour shifts. Training 2 new girls. Which means no slackin' for me whilst feeling like the very dookie i am picking up off the floor.
Despite the perkiness of my postings, I'm actually pretty happy at the moment. Sure my Valentine's Weekend romantic getaway was ruined, but did we really expect otherwise with the track record Brian & I have of trying to take vacations? At least NEITHER one of our cars blew up this time! And my spirits are still floating on air from the oh-so-unexpected and incredibly sweet Valentine's surprise I received on Friday.
I had discussed with Brian several times that we should not get each other anything for Valentine's weekend because it's not a big deal to me and we are trying to get out of debt. We instead arranged to stay at a friend's beach house for free for the weekend. Not to mention he's never done anything like this before, so when I arrived at work Friday and saw a beautiful arrangement of tons of gorgeous flowers in a lovely frosted red vase, I thought, "Aw, that's sweet. I wonder whose husband sent her flowers." I peeked at the card and was perplexed to recognize, "Why, that's MY name!" Awww, wow! What a sweet surprise! But the really sweet surprise was inside the card. His message was so astonishingly loving that I had to show it to everyone and more than one of my co-workers requested a copy of it to show their sweeties what they weren't doing right.
He's already bashful about the fact I showed it to anyone, so I won't post it here. Sorry. But if you want to achieve the same effect, stick your finger down your throat. ;)
And he has been sooo sweet about waiting on me hand and foot and taking care of me and calling my mom for advice when my throat was too sore to do it myself and making me a doctor's appointment and driving me around and getting me medicine and food. He has even offered to scrub the tub (yikes!) so I can follow our holistic healer friend's advice of a hot, salty bath to release the toxins from my body. And many of you may have some idea that i'm not particularly fun to be around when i'm miserable. I am a lucky, lucky girl. Did I mention that not only is he not afraid/reluctant/hesitant to tell me he loves me but he makes sure to say so whenever he feels it, which is several times a day? :) :) :)
What do I need to be doing to make sure to hold on to him, folks? (Though I guess I'm doing somethin' right...)
