But still sweet…
So, Sunday was our official 29th anniversary, and I was SO going to go out with Mate and we had plans to…
Fall asleep on the couch, repeatedly.
Recital does that to us–and every year we forget. We come home Saturday night, fall asleep before ten, and spend the next day going, “OMG I’VE GOT TO…zzzzzzzzzzz….”
So while I had basic dad’s day stuff ready for him, and a card, neither of us were prepared to celebrate. This week he brought me flowers–but, my neck wasn’t feeling great, so when he got home yesterday and said, “Hey, you want to go out to zzzzz….” And fell asleep on the couch before I could answer, I wasn’t bummed at all.
But today?
Today, my neck felt a little better, and I spent the entire day going, “What are we going to have for dinner? What? What? WHAT?”
So when he walked in and said, “You want to go out to–“
“Eat? Yes. Stay right there. Be right back. Five minutes. Sweartadog. We’ll go. We’re going. See? We’re gone!”
The kids had frozen burritos btw which we supplemented with leftover prime rib. (I do this all the time now–I used to be able to wipe out an entire 14 oz prime rib. Now, I eat half and bring half home for Squish. *sigh* Middle age.)
Anyway– so, Mate’s gift is still under construction. I’m getting a picture of his mother framed, along with one of her and the kids–the one with her and the kids was the only picture we found in her wallet. (We had the electronic copy.) It’s going to make him cry, but we saw the movie Coco, and both of us bawled like babies at the end, and I thought, “Hey, maybe he really DOES need a picture of her so he knows she won’t be forgotten.” So I’m thinking it will be a lovely gift.
And that’s about it! I finished a pair of socks which I need to send to my friend before they become, uh, overloved by the cats in my life (that’s Opal sock yarn, which will mean something to sock knitters, particularly in that it’s pretty indestructible, sock yarn wise.)
Also, FB said it was selfie day, so I took one (which I don’t often do.) Mate took one look at it and said, “I wish there would be more… you in your selfies and less… messy house.“
And I said, “That’s funny, I thought the whole point of the selfie was to have less me and more anything else.”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Is it too late to hire a model to be me?”
“If you were going to do that you should have done it fifteen years ago and signed her to a lifetime contract.”
“If I’d done that fifteen years ago, I’d be less fat and less old–but still. Wouldn’t be a bad gig. She could go to all my events and I could stay home and write. Ah, hindsight…”
Yeah, well, sorry, all. You’re stuck with me. And I’m still not cleaning the house!
Way to go on 29 years!! Just made it to 27 years on the 9th and then found out my husband is leaving me for his 30yr old assistant of two months. Way to go mate for not succumbing to the midlife crisis.