Happy 2007!

In my previous life, my New Years Eve always seemed to suck. Even though I had my fair share of boyfriends, I felt cursed during this holiday seemingly made for lovers. 4th of Julys were good. Had a few descent valentines. And between us, I did very very well on birthdays. But for 25 years I've longed for that perfect New Years Eve. I swear to God the 1st time I met Bobby I knew two things. He was the one and no more sucky New Years Eve. I was right about one thing. he was/is the one. The no more sucky New Years Eve, not so much.

 

To be fair, I should list Bobby's many many adoring qualities. He's kind, caring, loyal, brilliant, cute, sweet, and adorable. He loves cooking for our friends every weekend. I knew this was true as we were cleaning up from this past Saturday's party and he asked what my friends wanted him to cook next weekend. See, Bobby is just too cute. (it's will be bob's party part 2, he has so many friends, we have to do it in shifts. haha) but this one, low on food in honor of the incredible shrinking woman, ya know who ya are.

 

But he does have this one quirk. He absolutely hates going out New Years Eve. If a gunman gave hima choice, threatening his life or forcing him to go dancing on New Years Eve,  Bob would probably ask if he can check his will before he got shot. To add insult to injury, New Years Eve is his birthday so to force him to go out is like a deadly sin to him.

 

the 1st five years we were together, we'd have knock-out-drag-out fights, at home of course. Next 5 years I just refused to talk to him from 6 to midnight, which didn't seem to be the effective punishment you might think. In fact 6 hours with me not talking kinda added some bounced to his step…

 

Sunday, I was too sleepy to wind up for a good fight so I made him feed me cheetos to silently comfort my wounds. No it's not a kinky innuendo, I love cheetos but hate getting that orange stuff on my hands. Sadly, this appeased me.

 

But I had a thought. Maybe this is just a case of misunderstanding. Maybe I need to be more specific with him. His eyes glaze over when I say I wanna go out. That's too general. Maybe I need to be more detailed in my request. Like I wanna go to a steak house, a Broadway play, and a quaint bar afterwards. With the wonderful plan, Bobby will surely want to go out Next New Years Eve. And maybe tomorrow, I'll be cured of my Cerebral Palsy. A girl can dream

 

Thank goodness everything looks better New Years Day. And 2007 looks to be a promising new year for our family. May my husband get the dream job he deserves. And I'm not JUST saying that so I can stop working and eat Cheetos all day long. Really.

 

Anyways may 2007 bring you love, health, and prosperity. And good friends and family.

 

p.s. Bobby- My New Years Eve plan also works for Valentines, just fyi.