A Little Panicked (in a lovey-dovey kind of way)

Today is my Anniversary!

Oh, wait, that's a shared thing, isn't it?

Today is OUR Anniversary!

There we go, much better.

Pop open a bottle of champagne in our honor! Seriously, I can't drink with this life-saving medicine, so raise a glass on my behalf, would you? Thx!

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In our house, we've always had different sleep cycles, due to work schedules and the fact that I'm a vampire. (I figured at this point in the pop culture cycle, it wouldn't be an issue to share.) Plus, Mike is just a crazy mo-fo, getting up like 3 hours before he has to leave for work. He hates feeling rushed. There's a whole life of leisure going on in our house from 5:30 - 8:30 am. He's flipping home-made pancakes while I'm drooling on the pillowcase. To each their own.

Now, he comes in to tell me bye every morning, and the day begins. (Ok, maybe the day begins about half an hour later.) This morning, he says, "I'm leaving the cat in here. She's being ornery and I don't want her to mess anything up." And he shuts the door.

If I weren't still half-dreaming about a big yard sale in Prague (honest, and Jennifer and Adam from Rules of Engagement were there, huh?) I would have totally called his bluff. Our cat is a freaking angel. I mean, when it comes to property. She never destroys furniture, eats shoe laces or shreds the curtains. For our first pet, we totally lucked out. Oh, she can be ornery, but that means she'll hiss and swat and run and hide from you if she's feeling persecuted. It doesn't mean she needs to be locked in the bedroom.

But I didn't catch on. I mumbled a half-hearted, "She ok? Loveyoubye." And rolled over.

Ten minutes later, the cat is making biscuits on my bladder and it's time to get up.

And I open the door to this:




"Oh, come on! What did you do? Damn it, Cat! I do not... Wait. How did you do this? You were locked in... Oh. OH!"

And I toddled off, blinking sleepily, into the kitchen, where the confetti shreds led me to a little archway of streamers and this:




Because, I? Am totally the only fish in his sea.


And there was more thoughtfulness throughout the house. So sweet! I sniffled, I admit it. A little tearing up may have happened.

But... We aren't supposed to be doing anything like this! GRRR! We agreed, birthdays and all would be low-key this year! We're going to dinner, but I have a coupon for crying out loud!

T-minus eight hours and counting to do something super-thoughtful and sweet, yet budget-friendly. What, you didn't think I was going to run out and buy him a Rolex, did you? Please.

To the craft store!