2 = Number of enchiladas, and then pieces of carrot cake, I
stress-ate on Wednesday. The last week of the month is always high-stress at
work.
But then 90 = Minutes of a hot stone couples massage that I
got at Massage Heights on Thursday as a late Valentine’s Day present. [Score Matt +20 brownie
points].
On Saturday afternoon, Matt met up with two of his friends. Before leaving, he guaranteed that he would be back in plenty
of time to still keep our gym date and work out before meeting other friends for dinner.
Well, he showed back at home only 1 hour prior to our dinner reservation time, so 1.5 hours late,
just in time to get quite the earful after “ditching” me. I had worked out and
showered without him. Didn’t he know that it takes me an hour to hour and a
half to get ready?! How on Earth did he think it was possible to work out AND
get ready in an hour?! My annoyance seemed to fuel some pretty hard core
adrenaline during my workout. It also allowed me some time to rehearse in my head my talking
points to Matt to prove he was in the wrong. Then in doing that, I realized this was
no big deal to be mad about; I decided this was one battle I wasn’t going to “pick.” But THEN when Matt did show, my mouth opened
and insults ensued anyway. I think at one point I even called him fat (which he
isn’t). I don’t know. As I've said, sometimes I'm pretty ridiculous. After silently
getting ready in opposite bathrooms, I said I was sorry. And I was – until I
found a can of chew in his pocket during our make up hug. See, he used to chew
all the time, but the past few years has reserved it, at my urging, for
baseball season only. When I asked him
what he was doing with it, he said, “I just want to. It doesn’t affect you.” As
if. (-10 points for Matt).
The dinner reservations we had were with Matt’s friends who
have been married 14 years. It was a surprise date for the wife, who was told
to pack a bag and get ready for a fun night. Super cute, right?! They’re
great. And so was Piccolo Pete’s steak
where we ate. After dinner we went to
celebrate my sister-in-law’s 25th birthday.
And then we had 4 shots. And then we “sang” like 4 karaoke songs. My
apologies to everyone who had to suffer through that.
Then yesterday morning, in the previous night’s hair and
makeup, I bought a $5 footlong for breakfast and proceeded to take a three-hour
nap. I hadn't felt like that in quite some time, but good as new after that nap.
Still, I wasn't feeling well enough to cross off most things on my to-do list,
but I did manage remind Matt of a few things on his list. For instance, I’ve asked
Matt three times so far to call and make an appointment to have our taxes done.
I’m putting the line at 5 and taking bets for over/under on how many times I’ll
need to nag to get results (or before I break down and call them myself, a la
the garage door incident). [-5 points].
But then today, Matt offered to donate blood to help me out
at work (+5 points).
There you have it; the numbers don’t lie – Matt comes out on
top. While I do hate admitting defeat, his blood donation appointment gives me time to catch up on my TV
shows tonight. Win, win. [Looking forward to making it to 14 years of marriage ourselves:)]
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