charlie brown
Valentine's Day is just around the corner and I charlie brown'd our celebration weekend. I was supposed to cook a nice, romantic dinner for just the two of us. The fact is, I've talked about cooking dinner for Andreas for a year now and while my intentions have been good, things just haven't quite worked out.
Friday would have been the perfect day for us to celebrate, but the almost-brother-in-law (ABIL -having dated my sister over a year, if not two now) switched her birthday celebration from Thursday to Friday. So Friday was nixed. I comforted myself with the fact that I had Andreas' gift ready to go. My sister's, I didn't, but I figured I could swing by the bookstore, easily on the way to Andreas'.
Traffic wasn't great on the way home, I took longer cleaning up my place for Andreas (though I'll never be tidy enough for him) and I had no gift for El, while realizing that we'd have to drive to Silver Spring versus DC for El's bash. I now had no time to run to the store for El and I was rationalizing and cursing myself, of course. A's gift becomes El's gift and wouldn't you know it, Andreas got me the most thoughtful gift: two beautifully framed photographs -- one of G and one of G and me.
Saturday, I console myself, I will rebuy Andreas' gift and he'll like it because he had asked for it. But we see Pan's Labryinth (which I hated since it's about a sociopath during the fascist/Communist war in Spain and I thought it was supposed to be more of a fantasy movie) and we spend too much time looking at houses. I am tired and useless by the time we return to my place and I wonder how many special occasions I can flub for Andreas.
The cake and the cannolis that I had bought from Wild Flour were lackluster, which was a shock, given that their other food is amazing: incredible homemade soups and killer pastas. All I had for Andreas was a card. A store bought card that he had to squint over, given my squiggly writing. And people think I'm nice.
And I'm mad because Josie has asked me for a favor, reviewing a requirements document and she's never asked me for a favor before so I said yes before verifying it's length: 90 pages. I did tell her I would only provide comment versus fixing it, but I'm still mad at myself. It's the weekend and I'm working.
Life is silly and I need to be better about avoiding or just laughing about my charlie brown moments. I've a feeling that I will be a remedial student in this area, though. Still alive though. Still breathing. And it's hysterical to imagine how life will change with the new kid.
Friday would have been the perfect day for us to celebrate, but the almost-brother-in-law (ABIL -having dated my sister over a year, if not two now) switched her birthday celebration from Thursday to Friday. So Friday was nixed. I comforted myself with the fact that I had Andreas' gift ready to go. My sister's, I didn't, but I figured I could swing by the bookstore, easily on the way to Andreas'.
Traffic wasn't great on the way home, I took longer cleaning up my place for Andreas (though I'll never be tidy enough for him) and I had no gift for El, while realizing that we'd have to drive to Silver Spring versus DC for El's bash. I now had no time to run to the store for El and I was rationalizing and cursing myself, of course. A's gift becomes El's gift and wouldn't you know it, Andreas got me the most thoughtful gift: two beautifully framed photographs -- one of G and one of G and me.
Saturday, I console myself, I will rebuy Andreas' gift and he'll like it because he had asked for it. But we see Pan's Labryinth (which I hated since it's about a sociopath during the fascist/Communist war in Spain and I thought it was supposed to be more of a fantasy movie) and we spend too much time looking at houses. I am tired and useless by the time we return to my place and I wonder how many special occasions I can flub for Andreas.
The cake and the cannolis that I had bought from Wild Flour were lackluster, which was a shock, given that their other food is amazing: incredible homemade soups and killer pastas. All I had for Andreas was a card. A store bought card that he had to squint over, given my squiggly writing. And people think I'm nice.
And I'm mad because Josie has asked me for a favor, reviewing a requirements document and she's never asked me for a favor before so I said yes before verifying it's length: 90 pages. I did tell her I would only provide comment versus fixing it, but I'm still mad at myself. It's the weekend and I'm working.
Life is silly and I need to be better about avoiding or just laughing about my charlie brown moments. I've a feeling that I will be a remedial student in this area, though. Still alive though. Still breathing. And it's hysterical to imagine how life will change with the new kid.
posted by Michelle at 3:20 PM
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