The weekend was wonderful. Omega had planned to play golf all day on Saturday, so I decided to make plans with Lucy and a day trip to the local Indian casino! Ya, we gambled. We didn't do too badly and we had lots of fun. On the way home we stopped for some dinner, and slowly made our way back to reality. Omega was home when I finally drove up, kinda cranky because I guess his golf game was off, and he found himself on his own for dinner. He said that if he wanted the bachelor life, he wouldn't have gotten married. Awww he missed me!
What I didn't tell him (aside from the cute guys that bought Lucy and I a drink at the casino) was that Lucy gave me some wonderful ideas for celebrating our anniversary this week. I have everything planned.
Ya, me! The one that who can't organize her way out of a bag, did it all. This year with Omega has rubbed off on me. When I told him "not to worry" about the anniversary thing and that I had worked out everything myself; he was kinda nonplussed. Or maybe that was downright disbelief. Whatever it was he's going to have to go with the flow and leave the details to his air headed mouse. I know he's been busy lately too and I also know that the whole anniversary thing really snuck up on him. After my month of craziness I also figure I owe him a little surprise.
How did he react by me keeping a secret from him? He pouted and played the "master card" heavily. He banned mouse's voice, and subjected her to various forms of humiliation all which she took in stride, much to his...dismay? The truth for all his talk that secrets aren't important, when they involve him they're damn important. But mouse held her ground, even tho it was shaking under her feet, and wouldn't share the details.
Even now I know exactly what he'll say when he reads this...'mouse,' he'll start, 'I'm certain I did not pout." He might even cock his head, or do that Mr. Spock eyebrow arch thing he does.
Believe me, the man pouted!
Go on...take my word for it.
I told him he could torture me and I wouldn't talk. My mouth was closed up tighter than the French Resistance during the German occupation of WW2.
Of course that's how mouse ended up being still for the remainder of the weekend.