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This is the part where I make everyone gag over the embarrassment of riches that was my weekend. If you choose to proceed, keep in mind what my dental hygienist tells me to ward off the dreaded symptoms: Keep your eyes open, breathe deeply through your nose, and raise your right leg by three inches. (I have had better luck with the dental hygienists in the past couple of years--nothing like that one femmebot who tried to drown me and ruin my new skirt.)

The last four days have been lovely. Got home from work Friday night to discover that GH had cleaned the entire death trap apartment (counters included). Which, really, how can that even be topped? Because clean counters + mopped floors = BEST EVER.

The rest of the weekend was lazy and carefree and I even got to do a puzzle! I dearly love me a puzzle, because I am supahcool in that way. GH is not a puzzle fan, so he was excited to find something with the Beatles on it instead of "some lame nature scene." (Yeah. Sometimes I do have to drag my graveyard-shifting, non-nature-loving husband outside at random times during the weekends just so that he can experience sunlight, which I think he probably feels is overrated. There is sunlight on TV, after all.)


We had the thing done in about 24 hours. I think GH thought it would take a bit longer than that. He did not yet know that I go through my puzzles like I go through my books, desserts, and men: in one sitting.

Also there were Godiva chocolates and Porn for Women coupons and every good thing. I got him a small speakers set for his iPod so that he can even listen to it while in the shower and therefore have a complete and happy life not marred by silence. And I made him a marvelous dinner: cream of pumpkin soup, roasted broccoli, and blackberry cobbler with ice cream. The main course was a pepperoni & olive pizza from Pizza Hut, which I'm pretty sure is what GH would request if he were on death row and ordering his last meal. The part where he will sacrifice pizza room in his stomach for things like broccoli and soup and nutrients, however, makes me fall in love with him all over again.

Only then it got even better. (And hey, if you're still with me at this point you might as well keep reading because this part is awesome.) It was our 6-month wedding anniversary yesterday and when I got up I found 1 dozen red roses on the kitchen table. AND, it turns out that he got them on sale during the post-Valentine's Day clearance. The idea of such savings turns me on like nothing else.

Thank you for allowing me to nauseate you. I will return to our regularly-scheduled snarkiness tomorrow, if I'm done crooning and sighing by then.

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