Yesterday was our one year anniversary. I'd like to pretend it was a great day, just like the original day, but I cannot lie to you, my devoted blog page. My mom actually reminded me that the day was nigh, and I made a point of mentioning it in yet another fit-o-rage to J, thus concreting our ability to remember at all!
It was -17 yesterday, no sun. I went in to work, at least feeling great for once, and my dearest J drove me in the morning. He spent the day sneezing at home and watching mobster movie marathons, while I spent the day fiddling with population projections and googling more baby stuff to freak myself out. After work, at the honest hour of 3:45pm, J picked me up in Jigs and we went to pick up our wedding print. Only one year behind, but at least it coincided with the idea that a One Year gift is paper/photo frame. Traffic was great since few people work over this week.
We spent some time at London Drugs with the photo, as they had to do a reprint to get the contrast softer, then we hopped over to Indigo books to grab 2 New York Times crossword puzzle books, more to the occasion of "Paper" gifts. Then we went to Earls, courtesy of J's mom's Xmas gift to us, and had two greasy non-vegetarian meals of Fish & Chips (me) and Huge Burger and mushroom soup (J). No dessert for this fat girl, but we did enjoy Cokes and Shirley Temples with our meals. I'll let you figure out who had what there.
We came home and watched a brand new show on tv called Addiction showcasing weird addicitions. That episode was on a woman eating tp, another sleeping with her blowdryer, etc etc. But we also sat on the chaisse together, as J is aiming to break it in, and we did more crosswording than tv-watching. The "easy" book we bought was still difficult and we cheated considerably.
Besides a big bath for me (J had already taken one by himself that day) and a phone call from Momma Smale, the day was uneventful. J finished his book on Pat Tileman (sp) and I almost got to the end of Water for Elephants.
I woke up at a decent hour of 6am intead of 4am for my pee-break, and we had some good snuggling before having to get up so I could drag myself in for another day of slacking.
I hope one day we can read back over all the anniversaries and I will be less bitter about the pregnancy. Maybe we'll do it while sipping martinis in Mexico some day? Um, I'm not kidding. It would make up for a non-tropical wedding if we could do the majority of our anniversaries in a tropical setting n'est-ce pas?
I forgot that J also gave me a "paper" card where he wrote something, it doesn't matter so much what, that caused me to tear up in Earls. The thought on this occasion definitely mattered more to me. But the content WAS adorable, saying he looked forward to more snuggling, more inventive ways of removing my socks, etc, etc. The couple on the front ressembled my grandparents I thought to myself. It still matters that he sends me little emails/cards telling me he loves me and misses me. I feel like we're just meeting again when I get something well thought-out from him. I even blush:)
ReplyDeletePPS: (!) I also forgot to mention that we don't normally sit close on the Big Couch, and while we sat there, J held me, and that ALSO made me blush a little, but he didn't notice. I felt very soft in his arms, and not the usual "Hating this pregnant body" soft, but the girly, loved-by-someone, going-to-melt-away soft.
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