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Friday, December 17, 2004

Almost there

Repeat after me:

The.Weekend.Is.Almost.Here.

Despite the sour tone of the last couple of posts I am excited for this weekend because it is "my" weekend. Oh, I didn't tell you, whoops, well, when Aaron asked me what I wanted for Christmas LAST year, I told him the standard: "Nothing." And while he was angry with me for my response, that is exactly what I wanted since we had just moved into the house and anything I wanted would have been for the house and I didn't want to spend $1000 on a therapy session 20 years down the road because I get shit for the house for Christmas and not anything for me. So I told him nothing.

But then I dug deep and came up with something I truly wanted.

A day where I didn't plan one single thing that we did. From food to activities, I was tired of planning it all because Aaron simply doesn't ever care what we do, and I wanted ONE day where I didn't have to think of everything. It's taken him one year, but the time has finally arrived. (And I'm getting an extra day out of it.)

So, this is the first time ever where there is a surprise for me that I don't know what it is beforehand. And I don't want to know. I'm greatful for a husband who takes what I need to heart and makes it happen. We'll see how greatful I am come Sunday, because I swear if his idea of planning "things" for me is M*Cdonalds and an arcade room, I'm filing for an annulment.

(I'm kidding, sort of.)

Have a great weekend!

1 Comments:

  • At 10:38 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hope your surprise day is a good one.

    kb

     

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