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And so another weekend passes–and another birthday.  I’d say Jim’s been wonderful to me all weekend but, while true, it’s doesn’t mean much because he’s always wonderful to me.  That, in itself, is what makes that actually mean a lot.

He didn’t just save it all for today, though:  It started on Friday night, when I got home, although Jim says that technically, it wasn’t for my birthday.  He teased me a bit about having a “sexy surprise” waiting for me when I got home from work.  Friday afternoon, I was going to go crazy trying to figure out what it was.  I even told my co-workers about it.

“Bet he’s planning a trip,” one suggested.

I ruled that out.  For one, we had plans for the state fair on Saturday.  Also, while our money situation’s been improving, we don’t have the funds for an out of town trip right now, especially with a wedding on the (still somewhat fuzzy) horizon.

“Now I’m kinda curious what Jim’s getting you,” another said.

“Well, depending how just how ‘sexy’ it is,” I said, “I might not be able to tell you!”

Guess what?  I won’t be able to tell them.  Let’s just say that we ate dinner kind of late that night, haha.

Saturday, we went to the state fair.  Nothing much to be said there.  Initially, we were going to ride a few things, then we decided not to.  I didn’t want to spend money on it, honestly, and really, I wanted to go just to watch Jim eat the shit out of roasted corn.  He thinks about the fair’s roasted corn there for the remainder of the year, and he looks so happy eating it, that it’s worth the price of parking for that alone.

Also, he got to high five a monkey.  That was cool.

This morning, I mostly just played Warcraft while Jim watched Huff, loaned to him by a friend of his at work.  I half-watched it.  It seems all right from what I’ve seen.  It made me remember my original plan, though, when I went back to SIU to get my degree:  I was going to get a degree in English with a minor in psychology, and then head off to get a graduate degree in psychology.  But then, you know, it turned out I had a knack for writing, people tried to convince me to go get an MA in either fiction or poetry, so I got distracted with writing stuff, but then I got a divorce instead, and then I was semi-homeless, and now I work at an insurance company trying to pay off bills that came with the divorce fallout.

School seems so very far away right now, although the plan (keeping fingers crossed!) is that Jim will go back in the spring.

Don’t ask me how a wedding in the middle of the spring semester is going to pan out.  Somehow, I don’t think teachers will Jim out of finals for a honeymoon.  Bah!

To sum it up, it was a great weekend.  Aside from taking me out, Jim also bought me Dexter–the book, not the DVDs, as we already own all those–and the third season of Roswell.  Woot!  Now I have the whole series.

By the way, our DVD collection is totally growing.  If we keep going at this rate, we’re going to need to move into a bigger place just to fit our DVDs and books, heh.  Seriously, we have seven bookshelves, and we STILL have books shoved into closets and dresser drawers.

Anyway.  The weekend has been full, eventful, and lovely–I even got most of the next “Homebrewed” written!–but alas, all great things must come to an end.  It’s almost 9 PM.  I’m gonna pack a lunch for tomorrow, tear Jim away from Huff, and maybe convince him that Sundays can be just as sexy as Fridays, heh.

Think it will work?  It’s got to, right?  Because he’s got to do what I want–my birthday isn’t over yet.