6 posts tagged “greg”
Tomorrah is the birthday of two of my FAVORITE people ever.
My husband, Greg, and George Washington me. (Sorry George, you had your day on Monday.) I make such a big deal about it for weeks in advance and then on the day. (And usually for a few days after. Because that's how I am. It's my thing.)
Well, tomorrow we're driving to my parents' house so that we can take a trip with them over the weekend to have some festivities (and cake. I told everyone that the whole thing was contingent on CAKE! and I don't mean the band. But I do love me some Cake.) I will not say that word again, lest I start wearing it into the ground, like say... Jamie's son. (This is the paragraph of many links.)
In true "me" fashion, I took three days off this week to enjoy my day -- two for the vacation, and one to just... not work. I know that my boss is going to be stressing in my absence, and I know I'll be calling in every couple of hours because: a) I love my job, and b) I care about my boss and don't want her to stress out. But I'm also going out and getting Greg's present and buy a lamp for the kids room and kitty litter (because my life is THAT glamorous).
So. I'm basically going to enjoy the last day of my early mid-30s. Because I have to prepare to enjoy my first day of my late mid-30s tomorrow. This takes preparation. And I take the job seriously. Oh yes. Can you feel the intensity of my currently furrowed brow?
So - I'm going to close out #34 with a couple of song dedications, like the cheeseball that I truly am. (I will refrain from quoting the great Chester Cheeto.)
This one is for everyone who has a birthday tomorrow, especially... Greg.
Show us a photobooth photo.
Audio: Share a great love song.
There are SO many great love songs.
There's the Chris & Greg love song (previously posted):
Then there is the love song that just... aches:
Or the sweet love song:
And finally, the classic love song:
Yes, he's demented and sad - but social.
[edited to add]
I really enjoy the silver fuzz on his chin. Rawr.
Show us a great smile.
As of today (around, oh say... noonish), Greg and I have been together for thirteen years. That is to say, over 1/3rd of the span of either one of our lives. Oh my heck. What have we done... what have we DONE?!
Taken the bullet for each respective team, is what.
Heh. (Why we get funny looks when we say that in our "out-loud" voices, I don't know...) Now, I can say with some degree of authority that these last 13 years? By and large good, but not all a cake walk. But, as I said to him earlier this evening, I would do it all again for this same outcome. I do not regret the negative experiences we've been through that have shown us to the place we are now. (Thank goodness I've gained some wisdom from those experiences, we both have.)
We're not celebrating tonight. He scheduled a sleep study for tonight so he can get his sleeping situation squared away. The boy has issues. There will be time for the partying down later. Tonight I miss having my spectacular guy around, though. It's tough -- it's only the second night since we've been married (sneaking up on six years) that we've been apart at night.
Ultimately, all I really care about is that he gets a good read on his sleep study and that his MD gives him the correct information and setting for his CPAP machine. I can suck up one night alone for his health. I'm a giver like that.
(Is it morning yet?)
