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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Saturday Part Deux - Some Enchanted Evening.....

After our trip to IKEA we were set to relax and take a little nap before going off to our first anniversary dinner at the fancy M on the Bund. We set our alarm to give us an hour plus before we had to leave. We got up at 5pm and was about to take a shower and I remembered I never bought a hair dryer (You all know my hair issues). Will suggested I just get dressed up and go with wet hair (hello? I know he thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like, but this is 1st anniversary dinner!!!). I start to cry. Although he was still tired, my wonderful husband offered to make a “quick” trip to the store to pick up a hair dryer. Bless you my knight in shining armor (geez I’m such a pain in the ass).

I jump in the shower, get dressed, get my make-up on, iron his pants and shirt and now it 6:05pm…my hair is starting to frizz. I text him–Where R U? 5 minutes later he comes through the door with the hair dryer and looking like shit.I knew he was tired (heck, I was still tired).I make the offer to cancel dinner since he is tired(I bluffed thinking he wouldn’t actually choose this option).He agrees to cancel dinner, I start weeping (again)–I know he’s tired but boohoo it’s our fancy dinner. I feel really bad because he feels bad but of course I still pout and go to the bathroom and passive aggressively scrub my makeup off (I’m such a ….fill in the blank).

(WARNING – some material is graphic in nature, please read at your own risk).
From the bathroom I hear gagging and come running in to find Will projectile vomiting his lunch into our stock pot by the bedside. Okay now I feel *really* bad because he *really* is sick (I start crying). I take him to the bathroom where he proceeds to empty the contents of his stomach (curry tuna fish). I bring in ginger ale, melba toast, wipe his forehead and lit a few candles to bring this some enchanted evening to a memorable close. I love this man, I love him I love him I love him. Damn Chinese cooking. I love him and bless him for loving me.

4 Comments:

Jenny H said...

I feel Will's pain. On our first anniversary, I was struck with...how you say...severe n/v/d x12 hours (starting at 0400). Gotta love that. Stevie sweetly took care of me, and (while holding my hair back during an episode of what some might call upchucking) commented on how we certainly wouldn't forget this anniversary! I never will forget that day, no matter how it turned out! Gotta love our sweet boys! :)

12:01 PM  
willandtracy said...

Ah, you understand - I wish he had had hair to hold back :) - it was actually better than fancy dinner anyway - and now we have a much more amusing story to tell the kids someday...

12:08 PM  
Robert said...

Ya know I should have something witty to say about your saturday but for the life of meI can not come up with anything... Other than to say, it only took a month for one of you to blow some serious chunks. Sorry... Hope will is feeling better and you are able to reschedule your fancy dinner... but I suspect the peanut butter jars are getting used now.. I do have to toss out a thank you to you and will. With the cell phone account straitened out it looks like I won the minutes lotto. 12,500 carry over minutes...

Talk to you soon!

1:48 PM  
willandtracy said...

Talk away Robert!! Woo hoo! And that was something witty!

4:38 PM  

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