Death by robin, or "I really have never seen this person ever in my entire life."

Neither of us celebrate Easter. I'm, well, not Christian in any sense of the word, and he's, well, DB. I don't know. Don't ask me. Since discovering the definitive lack of sponges in the cabin/house, we were going to spend this holiday lounging, shopping, hiking, and a quick movie during dinner. I know you've been waiting on tenterhooks for highlights, so without further ado...

***Now, if you know my other half, you know he doesn't sleep in. Ever. Or his definition of the phrase amounts to, "Gadzooks!! I slept until 8 am!!!!" Yeah, whatever. So I made it my mission to make him sleep until 10 am (even if I have to duct tape him to the bed. oooooh, wait, there's a great one....). I sorta succeeded, except I've horrible timing and decided to almost pass out getting a drink of water and try slamming my head into the kitchen sink. Haven't done that in a while, you need to keep that sort of thing up with practice. However, he apparently disagrees immensely on this topic and flew to my side (collective awwww for the boyfriend's slowly improving sixth sense) - where he had been comfortably relaxing in bed only moments before. 9:30 is good enough for me.

***DB was kind enough to give me the 30 minute scenic version of the 10 minute ride into town. Really, sweetheart, I can't thank you enough for that, it was lovely *coughs* MAP *coughs* sorry, throat tickle, allergy season, you know. There's this cute little supermarket chain that's local to the area called Redner's which thrills DB to no end because it's entirely employee owned. Seriously, he would probably leave me and start dating it if it were a physical person. He must have raved about it 2/3 of the way before we walked into the store...yeah, I've no reason to have relationship insecurities there. Anyways, after completing the shopping, we're standing in line and BGRR is actually acting *insert dramatic drumroll* ROMANTIC. No, I was not using any illegal substances at the time, I had not been drinking (minus the virgin hot chocolate), and I had not been sniffing glue/whiteout/petrol/sharpie markers. The checkout lady kept looking at us with a smile on her face and after he kept me from paying for my water, she asked if he was my boyfriend.

"No, ma'am, I've never seen this man before in my entire life."
"You mean he's not your boyfriend? He seems to be pretty sweet on you, you know."
"Nah, just picked him up in the parking lot. He kinda tagged along when I came in."

At this point, he completely ruins my deadpan with his laughter. Bum. And I have to explain that yes, I'm the girlfriend who drove two hours to visit him and make dinner. Which she thinks is awfully sweet of me, and she sincerely hopes I enjoy my visit to the area. *pops her literary collar* yeah, I'm cool like that. No autographs please.

***After we get back, we hike up to the overlook and I identify my very first fungus all by myself. Hey, I'm catching on to this outdoorsy thing - albeit slowly. When we reach the bottom though, it is decided to go look at the spring house and then head back to the cabin for dinner and part of a movie. Two hours later, I'm tired and thirsty and we haven't reached this hypothetical spring house. Surprise, surprise, DB's confused his trails and we've actually hiked all the way down the mountain the camp is located on into a nettle field, and then all the way up. As we reach the target field, I put down my stuff and promptly lie down. Which turns into a long nap where your clever author was almost killed by a robin.

Yes, dear Readers, DB is at it again. Please find the following evidence of yet another attempt on my life (after the several attempts this morning didn't work at all like he planned), this time involving wildlife. According to him, as I was lying on my side, I was still enough that a robin actually landed on my back to peer inquisitively at my head. He would be quite upset if I neglected to mention his amused observation that the songbird actually hopped up and down my side a couple times before flying away. Why didn't you do anything, darling? Did you not attempt to save me from a terrible fate worse than death? "It was a robin. Not a shrike. If it was a shrike, I would have been at your side in the blink of an eye." Conveniently, there is also no photographic evidence of said cute, innocent, harmless songbird. Coincidence? I think not. I think he just wanted to be able to use this particular accomplice again, without evidence of a failed attempt.

Honey, I'm sleeping with one eye open tonight.