So, if you read part one, you know that BF and I are engaged and how that came to be. You’ll know that by the time he properly proposed (where I accepted him rather than giving him a verbal rejection sticker) we already had a wedding date, location and dress on order.
We’d also decided on a general guest list: NO BODY. I suffer from stage fright and I hate crying in front of people, so I didn’t want to stand in front of a bunch of witnesses bawling my eyes out and admitting that I actually love someone. But, I guess not all conventions can be thrown out the window, so while no one is invited to this wedding, we do have a (very) short list of people who can randomly show up at the right place a the right time and happen to sit in on our private ceremony.
The reception will be HUGE, though. I’m opening it up to anyone and everyone. It’ll be a potluck picnic in a park (haven’t decided on the place) sometime in early summer. We’re getting married Feb 29th, 2016 at St Luke’s Church here in Smithfield, VA.
The first visible bit of non-conformity will be my dress, which is a 1950’s style dress that hit’s just below the knee (hopefully, I still need to hem it). But it ain’t white. It’s black and white Hounds-tooth:
You see, I’m a bit old fashioned. One thing I love about pre-1850 or so is that wedding dresses weren’t white and were most likely just a woman’s best dress, possibly bought/made for the day, but intended to be used again later. I rarely (read: pretty much never) wear dresses, so I didn’t want a dress that I couldn’t wear again if I needed to. Here’s the thing about getting married on Feb 29th–we’ll only have a “real” anniversary every 4 years, which I’d really love to go all out for (to some extent). For me, I picture our first real anniversary as us dressing up in our wedding clothes (since I doubt we’ll have occasion to wear them in the mean time) and go out for a nice dinner. And since he’ll be in a normal suit (sans tie) and me in my unconventional wedding dress, we’ll look fabulous, but the true meaning will be lost on everyone but us. Of course, I hope that we can have dates like this at any point during our marriage since we don’t have the convention of an annual anniversary.
I ordered the dress from Unique-Vintage.com and when I went there yesterday to see what search terms are needed to find my exact dress, I couldn’t find my dress. I guess they sold out of it, which makes me very glad that I bought it when I did!
Since BF and I are Deists, we don’t have much of an idea about who will marry us. He got some advice from St. Luke’s when he booked the church and will make some appointments to talk to them this coming week. I come from a Catholic family while his family was Methodist, so he’s been joking that he’ll find us a nice Catholic Priest to do the ceremony (I told him that I doubted any would since a Catholic Marriage is a sacrament that involves classes, counselling, etc). But I did realize something the other night as we talked: I feel uncomfortable getting married by a woman. I guess it’s the Catholic-ness poking it’s nose out because in my mind priests/pastors are men. Or maybe it’s because I really just want a cut and dry, no frills ceremony and I’m afraid a woman might try to add the stuff I don’t want because of some mis-guided belief that I do want it even though I say I don’t. BF told me that St. Luke’s organ works and that we can either invite someone to play it or they can recommend someone and I was like “No. If we need music, we can hum.” Period. I don’t want an organist!
Anywho, I’ve been thinking the past couple days about whether I’ll walk down the aisle or not. Ooh! I just had an epiphany that I’ll try to explain.
So, St. Luke’s is literally right next door to our house. I can see tombstones from my window. I thought about walking to the ceremony, but there’d be mud and I’m planning to wear heels since I’m short and he’s tall (plus, I want to look “va va voom” for once in my life). I’m a little superstitious, so I don’t want him to see me in my dress before the wedding, though part of that is that I want to look my absolute best at the moment he sees me. Since it makes the most economical sense for me to ride with him (since any and all “guests” will just randomly appear at the church on time) and I was thinking of wearing my dad’s Navy peacoat (formerly my primary winter coat) over my dress to hide it (he’ll see the bottom poofiness, but that’s okay) as we make our way to the church. Then, we’ll split up. He can be outside greeting people while I’m inside puking (or at least feeling very nervous), though hopefully everyone will already be in their seats when we get there (I’ll need to make sure this happens). I’m not sure how the church is set up, but I hope there’s some separation between the seating area and the door. In this foyer, I want to get ready for him, then let him come in and see me and we can have a moment, then we can walk each other down the aisle.
You see, besides not wanting/needing my father to give me away (I’m my own woman, thank you very much), I didn’t want to lose my independence upon marriage. Not that that would change physically, but there’s something about having to give up your name that is unacceptable for me. My last name has a lot of history attached. History that I’m proud of and want to pass along to any foster kids that want it. BF and I had talked about this sometime over a year ago and he said he was happy with hyphenating, though since we hadn’t talked it over since, I wasn’t sure if he remembered. But we discussed it again and decided that we’ll both change our last names to the hyphenated one. An idea which I happen to love! We both keep our old identity while gaining a brand new one :-). I know he’ll love the idea of us walking each other down the aisle for the same reason. He may hate me for potentially leaving him outside in the cold for awhile, but we only have the church booked for an hour, so he won’t be out there THAT long, haha. He’ll live. Especially since I told him he didn’t have to wear a tie. A dark suit yes, with a non-white long sleeved shirt and dress shoes that tie. But other than that, he can do his own thing, haha.
So we still need to guarantee a minister of some kind, get some actual wedding rings (and get my engagement ring back from being resized–it’s taking forever!) and confirm that we have a photographer of sorts (I think my dad will be fine with the duty since I only have 2 pictures I have to have–one of us inside, one of us outside). Oh and we still have to get the wedding license.
I still have to buy some cheap heels so I can get my dressed hemmed, a strapless bra because of the wide neckline, and either find or buy a nice necklace because I need something for that neckline. Hopefully a thrift store or two will supply the shoes and necklace and probably Walmart of Kroger Marketplace for the bra. Given that we’ll have this wedding put together in a total of one month, I’m very happy.
‘Course, there’s still the fight of getting BF into a suit because I doubt he’ll be able to find one off the rack. He is a procrastinator!
So, last Thursday (January 14, 2016) Boyfriend proposed. Woohoo, I guess, haha. I’m definitely not one of those women who has been dreaming of being married ever since I learned what a wedding was, hence the lack of exclamation points above :-). That’s not to say that I’m not excited to get married to him, it’s just that for me, the wedding is nothing more than us making our marriage official.
First of all, as I’ve kept reassuring my dad who has been unexcited about the fact that Boyfriend (I guess I should upgrade him to Fiance, but meh, it doesn’t matter to me either way) is 19 years older than me, none of my grand goals of life involve a man. A man was always seen as a nice addition, but not a necessity. My goals involve having a fantastic house with room for my dozen or so fostered/adopted children. I may exaggerate about the dozen, but I plan to start with one foster kid and adding from there as it’s appropriate (some children need to be an only child due to their previous experiences, so it’s really playing it by ear). This would be a life-long commitment, so a dozen kids wouldn’t be strange over the next 40 years or so since I prefer older children :-).
Boyfriend is cool with both these plans, though he wouldn’t mind another biological child if possible. I’m not a huge fan of babies and he doesn’t even know if he’s still fertile, but I’m not afraid of him widowing me with a little one–he and my dad are, but I’ll deal with it if it happens. Like I said above, single motherhood has never frightened me and I’ve always been open to accepting whatever child steals my heart even if it’s a baby. In high school I remember joking with my best friend (she’s black, I’m white) that I KNEW the first kid I’d get would be a little black girl and I’d be running to my friend to learn how to take care of her hair. Though recently I’ve learned about natural hair for black women which I find beautiful, so I’m less worried about knowing what kind of grease/relaxer to use.
Anyway, this is supposed to be a wedding post, haha. Though I still need to explain our feelings on marriage. You see, for us, a marriage is a choice by two people who decide to make a commitment to each other. A wedding is the government way of making it legal. Two people can have a long and happy marriage without ever having a wedding and two people can have a wedding with no marriage ever existing.
This article I found a couple years ago shows how a man married his wife long after the wedding. ‘Course, he says he “didn’t love my wife when we got married”, but I don’t agree with his terminology-yes, he loved her. Period. He just wasn’t married to her when they had the wedding. The marriage came later.
Boyfriend and I have been married a long time. I’m not sure when it happened and it’s possible that it just happened recently. We started dating in Sept 2013 (I guess I found that article above while trying to figure out the beginnings of our relationship) and I started spending the weekends out here about 6 months later (I’m not very good with dates/time). At some point around then, I had my first meltdown where I was thoroughly pissed at his lack of commitment to cleaning his house (remnant of a teenaged son turned work-a-holic and a really bad ex-girlfriend). These meltdowns continued to happen every few weeks when I wasn’t seeing enough progress. We had plenty of fights where he’d leave for a couple hours (result of a couple of particularly bad wives) and where I’d clean it myself and be pissed off about that. But then he’d go behind me and scrub the hell out of whatever I’d yelled at him to clean which would really soften my mood.
You see, I hate constant clutter but don’t mind a bit of dust or soap scum so long as it get’s cleaned twice a year or so. He kind of breeds clutter, but when he decides to clean something, it will sparkle. So, as in the case of my room when I decided to move in, I got really mad at him for not getting it cleaned out (he was putting it on his son who was working 50+ hours a week for minimal money), so I moved all the big stuff and stuff I couldn’t throw away (because it’s not my stuff to decide) into the living and dining room with the expectation that they’d go through it and I ultimately got my room cleaned out for me. It only took me 3 hours or so. Then I got tired, told them that the rest was there’s (meaning the stuff in the living room) and went to read in bed. Both of them, instead, went into my room and finished cleaning it out. They moved the bed and bookcase around and vacuumed the floor, ultimately spending another 3 hours making it sparkle for me. Which was nice except it took another 6 months for the stuff to finally vacate the living and dining room, with more arguments between me and boyfriend. I mean, I love when he scrubs the stove every week, but the dishes start getting annoying after the 3rd day (we have an agreement: I cook, he does the dishes).
A long, long time ago I decided that I wanted to get married on Leap Day (Feb 29th). When I happened to get a boyfriend 2.5 years before such a date, I was like, okay, let’s see if he’s marriage material. Turns out that he very much was because even with our arguments, he was making progress on the house and with his smoking. And even with our arguments, I knew I wanted to keep fighting for us because progress was happening even if it wasn’t fast enough for me. Plus, I knew that he was just as upset with himself as I was for his slowness. He’s been through a lot emotionally the past couple years so I just needed to be more patient as he worked his way through them.
Which is why I suspect our marriage might have finally happened just a few weeks ago when I left him a note telling him how stressed I was about our wedding, something we’ve both talked about extensively especially since right before Christmas. I told him that despite the fact that we had a date and place picked out, we weren’t engaged until he got me a ring. I feel that the engagement ring is the best indicator of how married a couple is before the wedding. Let’s be honest, even I had a very firm idea of my perfect engagement ring long before he existed. I didn’t want one too gaudy or very expensive, but not a super cheap one, either. And it could NOT be a typical one stone diamond engagement ring because I feel like I could break that and because they’re not my style. Now, most guys* don’t have a clue about what engagement ring to get so when a jeweler says “this is what most people get” they’ll go with the standard in the price they can afford. Or they go in with their fiance and buy the one she picks out.
There are two glaring problems here:
- If she picks one that is way out of the guys budget, he’ll feel obligated to buy it anyway.
- If he buys something she hates, she’ll feel obligated to accept it anyway.
Both of these reveal problems in the marriage–the obligation to accept what’s handed to you. By the time a guy proposes, he should know her backwards and forwards and know exactly what will suit her tastes.
*Purely for ease of writing this, I use “guy” and “girl” in their traditional gender roles. In reality I feel that it’d be better to use “proposer” and “proposee”, but that really gets complicated quickly. So don’t feel like I’m trying to dictate something–your own millage will vary.
Boyfriend and I spent a relative lot of time discussing my ring. I needed something that wouldn’t get caught on stuff (mostly boxes and when I randomly walk into shelves) at work, something pretty but not gaudy, and something with color rather than the standard white diamond. We looked at rings online and he really wanted to order whatever one I picked out, but I refused because for the above reasons, I wanted him to be by himself, thinking about me, when he bought the ring. And I was going to be nice so he didn’t have to buy it, he just had to pick out 1-3 for me to choose from.
He was very hesitant about shopping for one because he’s so afraid of getting something I wouldn’t like. He didn’t buy me flowers until a month ago because he thought I’d hate them (all he has to remember is “not roses” and my favorite color is orange but I love all colors). But when I told him and he finally understood that I wanted a ring that 40 years from now, long after he’s gone, would remind me of him, even if it was god awful ugly (the ugly part was kind of a joke), he went shopping the next day at the store his mother worked at before she died. He called to say he’d narrowed it down to 3 beautiful rings: a blue one, a green one, and an orange one. I know he’s wanted to get me a blue or green ring, which I’d love, but we’d yet to see an orange ring that isn’t an ugly shade. I attended the University of Virginia. I do NOT like Tennessee orange, haha. He told me that he really liked the blue, but was afraid it was too big for my tiny fingers. He liked the green. The orange looked like Virginia Orange, but he was afraid that it’d remind me of me, not him. He had to wait an hour for his salesman to come back, so I told him to go with the ring he couldn’t stop thinking about. A couple hours later he said that he bought the orange one and was heading to my parent’s house to talk to my dad.
He wasn’t going to ask for permission. He was going to bite the bullet and inform my dad of our engaged status and get the first possibly negative reaction. My dad likes him as a person, but is unhappy at the age difference. I told my dad this past Monday, after a Friday where I wore my ring, but didn’t mention it at all to him, that “it’d be okay” and he said “we won’t know that for 50 years and by that time I’ll probably be gone” which made me smile. My dad and I don’t talk about relationships and/or feelings as a rule.
Anywho, BF came to work after getting done with my dad and had the nerve to propose there. He’d asked me a few time before, but this was the first time with a ring. He was careful that no one saw (we were hiding in the relative privacy of the rubber stamp department) and of course I rejected him. But he’d needed the practice anyway because he opened the ring box upside down.
By the way, a week earlier I’d ordered my dress because a few days before that we’d picked up his mom’s wedding gown from his dad’s house and when I tried it on I realized that while we may have been the same height, she was a string bean. Like seriously TEENIE! I’d had to emphasize to his stepmom in front of him, just to make sure that he didn’t get the wrong impression, that we were not engaged at that point. So yeah, we had a date, a place (though no reservation), a freaking DRESS, and weren’t engaged.
But then we were engaged. He took me to the small beach where he’d first asked me to be his girlfriend. It was romantic for the whole 5 minutes we stood under the stars until we finally admitted to each other that we really needed to find a bathroom, haha. I hadn’t wanted to interrupt his plans because I knew he was nervous about screwing it up and he heard a boat emptying it’s bilge. So we went to a nearby Dollar General to see about borrowing their bathroom. He was going to buy a drink so we didn’t feel like “those people”, but when I came out he was surrounded by the two women who work there getting congratulated on our engagement. They then wanted to admire my ring and I was super embarrassed so we exited as soon as possible (after I emphasized that he DID NOT propose at Dollar General!) and forgot the drink. Turns out he’d been telling a Sheriff’s Deputy he knows that was outside of the store and one of the workers overheard him.
I’ll admit that at first I didn’t love my ring. The light was pretty much non-existent on the beach and in the Explorer it was poor at best. The band tapers as it hits the diamonds on either side of the orange stone and in that lighting it looked lopsided/unsymmetrical. But under the florescent lights of Dollar General it was gorgeous. We found out on Saturday (while arranging to get it resized) that the stone is a Spessartite Garnet which changes from brown to orange to nearly red depending on the light. The ring below is fairly similar to mine, though mine is in gold and this one doesn’t have the tapering that I initially took as weird.
When I’d told BF that I wanted a ring that reminded me of him, he wanted to get a blue one because that’s what he likes. But he chose this one because he thought it’d suite me best. Well, I told him very soon after he gave this one to me that this one does remind me of him, even though it’s my favorite color because his eyes change from gray to blue to green depending on the light. And when we went to Baker’s Fine Jewelry and Gifts to get it resized, he showed me his other top choices. The blue one was way to big and gaudy for me and the green one was kind of weird looking. He did good. Very very good.
Still working out the kinks in my Shop Handmade store. I’m having trouble changing my “about” section since I’ve changed my methodology of listing items. Oh well. The price to list (free!) is too good to pass up, so I’ll take whatever quirks and bugs exist in the programming.
I have a new (to me) camera, so now I can take all the pictures I want! Here’s some of the cards that got listed this week. I’m slow with listing cards because it’s a tedious task and despite what I do at work (i.e. nothing but tedious tasks) I actually hate those, haha.
!!!! I got an award! ? Cool. Hahaha.
Thank you Tea and a Good Read for nominating me! I too didn’t know that anyone read my blog :-).
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1.) What is your favourite book of 2015 so far
Probably The Strange Case of Hellish Nell because it’s a supposedly true story that is beyond belief. It’s about Helen Duncan, the last person imprisoned under the Witchcraft Act of 1735 for being a thorn in the British Government’s side during WWII because she kept predicting strategic war events before they were revealed to the public. Whether or not this book has any truth to it, it was still a really fun read.
2.) If you could be any literary character, who would you be?
Hmm….well, I wrote one of my essays to get into college about Peter Pan and never wanting to grow up. ‘Course, my take on it was about embracing adulthood while still taking regular flights of fancy back into childhood–to enjoy playing with blocks and doing puzzles with the Kindergartners :-). Or just reading those books that take you back to the land of fairies where you don’t have to worry about bills and family feuds
3.) E-books or hard copies? And why?
Hard copies for 2 reasons. I love the feel of a real book in my hands. And since I only have a laptop for a “digital device” if I’m going to read an e-book, it’d be on this. On my computer, I have a habit of forgetting about my book in favor of researching whatever happens to pop into my head. Plus, hard copies of books don’t have batteries that go dead while you’re stuck on the side of the road.
4.) Do you have a literary crush/love and if so, who?
Lots of them, haha. I liked the idea of Colonel Brandon in Sense and Sensibility but he felt like an addendum. Huh…I’m sitting here wondering why I haven’t read many “May/December” romances sense obviously I’ve got a thing for older men and then I’m like “Durr–most of my literary crushes are hundreds or thousands of years older than their love interest”. My first crush was probably Beast from Beauty and the Beast.
5.) How do you take your coffee/tea? Cream, milk, sweetener or black?
I don’t drink coffee or tea. I’ll drink Southern Iced Tea (which is rather sweet) if I’m desperate, but usually I drink water, milk, or orange juice.
6.) If you could visit any place in the world (that you haven’t been yet), where would it be?
I’ve always wanted to go to Germany to visit my paternal familial stomping grounds. Attendorn, to be precise. I would want to go to Italy to see where my mom’s family came from, but I don’t know where that is, yet. I got pretty excited when I found a record for a great-grandmother on her side that her parents were born in “Algeria”, but given that the 2 or 3 other census records said her parents were born in “America”, I don’t know what to think.
7.) If you were stuck on a deserted island and could only have one book, what would it be?
Heidi, because then maybe I could actually finish it, haha. I guess for practicalities sake I’d want an environmental textbook on the flora and fauna of the island I was on or a book on survival on a desert island. Before I started dating my boyfriend, Night Play was the book I re-read to make me feel better about being single, haha.
8.) Do you ever read in the dark? And if so, how?
With my eyes closed. Have you ever fallen asleep while reading and swear that you’re reading the actual book? I got into a bit of trouble in high school because we were reading Heart of Darkness and I swore that something had happened, but it turned out that I’d imagined it because I’d been sleeping instead of reading and didn’t know the difference (I was reading it at home the night before and it affected my quiz grade). Of course, what I’d imagined wasn’t much different from the reality which is apparently someone trying to put out a fire with a holey bucket…I think–I never really understood most of Heart of Darkness.
9.) Have you ever been nominated for a blog award (other than this one)?
10.) What is your favourite book-turned movie?
This is a tough question: do you mean the movie that was totally better than the book? Hands down The Notebook. One where the book was so much better than the movie? Water for Elephants. A good movie from a wonderful book: Most of the Harry Potters. And a movie that can take the place of the book(s) (and vice versa) is The Hunger Games series.
- What made you start your blog?
- What is the book you recommend most often?
- What is something you need to do every day?
- Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
- What is something you want to change in your life?
- What is your dream job?
- Describe your ideal date.
- What is your favorite season? Why?
- What’s your favorite memory?
- Where is Waldo?
Hmm…Well, my earliest memory of food is actually one of my earliest memories period. This is what I “see” in my memory:
“I’m sitting on a wooden office desk that’s one of a row of office desks running down the center of a room. At the far end is a HUGE button making machine (even though the actual button making portion is quite small) Around me are presses of various shapes and sizes. Someone has handed me a Frosty that’s literally as big as I am. I am happy.”
My dad tells me that this is me at one of the various print shops he worked at (or just hung out at, I’m not sure). This one specialized in making novelty items (buttons and personalized pencils are the two things I remember making with the help of the older kids). He’s not sure what’s up with the row of wooden desks, but I suppose that it could have been a bunch of work tables (but he’s pretty sure I probably was sitting on someones actual desk). The frosty was given to me a few times when a mom would bring her kids frostys, but I doubt they were giving me one that would have been extra large.
The button machine wasn’t as huge as I want to remember. It was tall because the base would have held some kind of motor and it probably wasn’t that tall since I was tiny and had to get picked up to play with it. It was probably made of cast iron.
My only other memory of this shop was being at the receptionist’s desk which was where the pencil embosser was. Or so my memory says, I’ll have to ask my dad if this was true.
He hasn’t bought himself a new pack since I took the ones he had!!!
He’s been “bumming” them off his friends whenever he can, but that’s only gotten him about 1 per day. Which is kind of fantastic considering that one of those friends is a chain smoker and before when they were together, I’d watch BF light up 2 or 3 times. Yay progress!
He’s also gone a few days without being around any smoker friends, which has meant he’s gone 24 hours at a time without a cigarette! Ugh–I just asked him for an update since I’ve been avoiding the subject this week and he said that he took 2 and smoked them back to back while he was picking up his paycheck this afternoon. I REALLY need to beat up his “friends”. They aren’t helping me any!
But, he hasn’t taken any of the ones I took out of my bag. I know this for a fact because I booby-trapped them. I wrote a little message on a slip of paper then wrapped the paper around each of the cigarettes. I know he’ll say something when he finally sees them! The papers aren’t really attached to the cigarettes; they’ll slide off without much effort. But it would make him stop and think which helps break the mindless cycle that is smoking.
On weekdays (workdays) I generally find myself waking up every few minutes between 5:30 and when I finally roll out of bed at 7:15. Today being Friday, I should still be in bed waking only to watch the clock.
Then I thought about it. Yesterday, I didn’t punch in at work until 9am when my dad handed me the reigns on the stamps so that he could go home. I left work at 12:30 when it was obvious that the one pressman who had showed up was going to spend his time printing one (albeit huge) order of envelopes. So, at 6:30 this morning, I decided that I was going to stay home. By my calculation, if any pressmen show up, I’ll first be waiting for them to print something, then I’ll be waiting for the ink to dry, and only then will I be able to do my job.
Sure, I’ve got the filing to do. There are also 2 jobs that need to get physically moved into the warehouse (it’s kind of a 2 person job). And that, my friends, is the extent of the real work that I have waiting for me should I go to work today. Oh! And teaching my dad everything I learned whilst reading the manual on our new stamp making machine. I’m pretty sure he can teach himself, but when I call him to let him at 8 to let him know my plan, I’ll make him aware of my knowledge. Considering the most unobvious bit is removing a magnetic plate to make room for the tall cartridges, I think he’ll be fine.
For the past week I’ve been moving a lot of boxes around in the warehouse. I’ll be royally pissed if the certain bank decides to add items which are numbered in the 6100s or 6200s. I know that they will. They love doing stupid stuff like that. But, at least I’ve come up with a new system which will make adding new items easier. Since their new thing is to add items in groups at one time, we might as well put these groups together even though to the naked eye they’ll look out of order. My hope is that instead of a 6162 and a 6163 being on opposite ends of the same row (true story), with my new system in place even though the 6100s are in 3 different places, since they’re more or less broken up into groups, a picker will know at least know that they’re close.
The problem was/is that two items in number order may be vastly different from each other. For example, 6101 is a couple boxes of letterhead for a branch and 6102 is 10 cases of envelopes for that branch. They cannot be on the shelf next to each other because they need 2 vastly different sized shelves! When the warehouse and numbering system was originally designed, letterhead was given first set of 2 digits and envelopes another and they were found on different sections of shelving. Then someone had the bright idea that envelopes and letterhead usually go out together, so to make pulling easier, they should be next to each other, which physically will not work. THEN, to make matters even more fun, they’ve started using numbers that haven’t been used yet even though they fall right into the middle of any already cramped shelf. This is how the 6162 and 6163 got separated–they got tucked in wherever there was space available. And it’s all done by people who have been in our warehouse multiple times a year to do their inventory. That’s as brilliant as the lady who orders 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 boxes of paper towels (usually 4) even though we’ve told her repeatedly that they come from the factory in cases of 30 rolls and that to be nice to us she should order 3 boxes (1 box is 10 rolls) at a time. At least the ones who on occasion order 10 boxes thinking they’re ordering 10 rolls are quickly educated.
Anyway, being stressed about work and my ever suckier looking paycheck is only half of what’s keeping me awake. I stole BF’s cigarettes again Wednesday evening. Before our trip, I’d been rationing him to 4 per day. During the trip, he was supposed to limit himself to 2 new packs plus whatever he had left over from before. He didn’t last 4 hours on the road after he ran out and he bought himself a new pack when we stopped for a bathroom break in Kansas. For whatever reason, after we got back I didn’t start rationing him again. Oh, that’s right. He’d started taking Chantix again and since he made grand claims about how he’d almost quit the first time with it (a doctor’s appointment had made him quit taking it), I figured he could wean himself down. It didn’t work. So, I’ve take them again and this time, I’ve decided that there will be no rationing. He’s not getting them from me anymore and if I see him with another pack, I’ll take it away too.
I was stressed all day yesterday because I was sure that after I’d gone to bed Wednesday night he’d gone somewhere and bought himself a new pack. But when I got home and asked him about it, he said that he hadn’t, but that he had gotten one cigarette from a friend (I really need to beat up his friends). We didn’t discuss this new situation, but his mood is relatively good so far. I fear that he’s hiding something. He’s very good at playing with semantics to make sure that he’s always in the right, but he’s also someone extremely horrible at hiding his activities–he used to leave his cigarette butts in front of my car’s tires where they couldn’t possibly have been the afternoon before or I would have run them over when I backed into my spot! This being a double no-no because I’ve told him that my biggest pet peeve is cigarette butt litter.
Anyway, we’ll see how it goes. It doesn’t help matters when the subject is taboo because talking about it makes him want one.