Think about it: 2 whole years. That’s quite a long time when you really sit down and think about it. That’s how long my boyfriend, Dustin, and I have been together for. What the hell do you get a guy for their anniver­sary? I sure as hell know what to get a girl: any­thing sparkly — which is what I got. A gor­geous neck­lace with a charm that says “I<3U”. Not to men­tion the dia­mond that is inside of the heart. I shouldn’t for­get the 3 pairs of ear­rings that was also included and the fact that he was going to show up to my work and give it to me wear­ing a tuxedo but he had no way there. Hell, it’s the thought that counts.

So what extra­or­di­nary gift did I get him? Well, when it comes to gift giv­ing my mind doesn’t wan­der as much as when I’m think­ing about things that involve choco­late… of any kind… but I thought I’d be a bit more roman­tic than usual and not only cook him sup­per (Russ­ian chicken, our favorite) but get him a photo frame that actu­ally is very roman­tic look­ing with the word love so very large. A cake was also included with all kinds of hearts and knick-knacks and our names plas­tered on it and a bal­loon filled with enough helium to give you a pretty good high that says “I Love You” (I’m original).

After tast­ing some not-so-lovely straw­berry wine I decided that after gag­ging from it that I was not going to drink any­more or I was even­tu­ally going to throw-up. My boyfriend, notic­ing this decided to get me my other drink which was a Smirnoff Ice. Now I’ve had one before and actu­ally enjoyed it but this one was revolt­ing and I then came to the con­clu­sion that alco­hol was not cut­ting it for me tonight. With all of this said it is (kinda) plain to see that I’m nowhere near a drinker nor will ever become one. My boyfriend? Yep, same thing.

Going down­stairs we both knew what was going to hap­pen even­tu­ally. Which is kind of obvi­ous… Sup­per is done, cake has been eaten, and now we are on our way down­stairs… to play the new Don­key Kong! (and then do the not-so-secret thing) After a cou­ple of lev­els and a bunch of bal­loons wasted on being hor­ri­ble at the game I was slowly clos­ing my eyes at only 9:20 PM. Why was I so tired? God knows but I needed sleep although I wanted to stay up and make sweet luvin’ on my anniver­sary. He wanted me to stay awake too (duh!) but noticed that my face and eyes were becom­ing more piti­ful by the sec­ond with my slowly clos­ing eyes so I ended up falling asleep only to have myself awake at 9 AM due to him hav­ing to go to work. Yep.