I Really Should Have Bought a Better Gift...

I spent most of the day between a Nyquil coma and a haze of particularly disturbing dreams, but I'm now awake, and feeling (mostly) better.  That's fantastic news because my ridiculously amazing husband planned a surprise trip for our anniversary!  In two hours, I'll be throwing money we don't have at a blackjack dealer, and it's going to be fantastic!  I'll drink scotch.  And smoke Marlboros with my long, skinny cigarette holder that George absolutely hates, but bought me anyway, just because he's the best ever.  He booked a massage for me.  We can even have sex in the room we're going to sleep in, rather than sneaking off to the guest room because, yet again, the child fell asleep on the floor.  Spectacular!  And with a little luck, the trip will pay for itself.  Probably not, but I can still hope.

I'm just excited for the surprise.  I was just complaining the other day that no one has ever thrown me a surprise party.  Every year, right after my birthday, I tell both George and my mom that the following year, I'd like a surprise party.  And I wait.  And my anticipation grows as the months pass.  And in the weeks before, I know this is the year, this year, I will get my surprise party!  But I never do, and it makes me all sad and bitter, when really, at this point in my life, I should just be happy I still look forward to my birthdays.  Anyway, I guess this isn't the same as a surprise party, but it's still really fantastic!

Not only that, but this means another year has gone by without my husband deciding he can't stand me anymore.  Not that I was expecting him to or anything--I am an excellent wife.

I'm a bit concerned about how Pie will handle this.  Not stay home worried or anything, just worried about the level of clingy she'll exhibit when we get home.  Sleepovers are relatively new for her, starting a couple months after her third birthday.  They're always fine, but they've always been upon her request--this time, she's being dropped off without her input.  Also, this will be the first time we'll be gone for two nights, rather than just one.  She adores my parents and will be fine, I just keep having flashbacks to the two days after her first sleepover.  That was a big mess of refusal to let me go anywhere, even to the bathroom, accompanied by shrieks of, "YOU LEAV-ED ME!" any time I wasn't in her direct field of vision.  They're going to the movies tonight though, so that should help.

Man, I was really hoping to catch up on comments and everything too, but I'm getting the we-needed-to-leave-20-minutes-ago look, so I guess it's time.  I still don't have a laptop (although, I think I found the one I'm going to order) so, I just won't be around for a few days.  Under any other circumstances, that would really suck, but I can't even be unhappy about that right now!  So yeah, happy anniversary to me and awesome sauce husband, and happy rest of the weekend to all of you!  Wish us luck!