No.....really?

Another phone call this morning, completely out of the blue. Granted it was only thirty minutes and concerning a rather serious subject for the most part, but we take what we can get. Camp ends tomorrow morning (HURRAY!!!) and hopefully by mid-next-week, the evenings will be free to use for phone calls to get things back to where they should be.

On a brighter note, we're going to be leaving to Lake Wallanpaupeck on the 25th. For the trophy wife, the nine day mark signals the beginning of planning and packing. I've been working on the food situation for the week and pretty much have it nailed down, with the exception of the Concordia wine I can't pair with dinner for the life of me. So it's going to be a dessert wine and miracle of miracles, BGRR will actually finish a glass of wine entirely on his own!! I have made sure of this. This stuff is as sweet as grape juice, and I'm hard pressed to believe that he'll actually be able to tell the difference off the bat if distracted *thoughtful look* perhaps I should pull out the low cut shirts and the pushup?

Now from time to time, we've both said some pretty interesting things. Wait, what do you mean you didn't think I'd pick up my phone? It's you, isn't it? or the classic I never said that! Yes you did, you were just asleep. Sometimes they just make you stop and really wonder about the other person's thinking ability. Dearest Readers, please find the following latest example of logic, courtesy of DB.....

Rose ~ ...so I'll get there by the crack of dawn, it'll take an hour to go to Frazer, we can run to the bank at the bottom of the hill, stop by the Registrar to drop off that trancript and then head north.
DB ~ That's crazy! You'd have to leave your house at 3 am to get here by then! Why don't you take care of that, and I'll just rent a car and meet you at your undergrad?

Dear Readers, just hearing this statement inspired an overwhelming desire to bang my head on the wall at the office. What? Do you not want to sit in the same car as me? Do I have germs or some deadly disease?

Rose ~ Why on earth would you waste money to rent a car? What's wrong with me picking you up and just running the errands together?
DB ~ Well, for starters, when are you going to sleep?
Rose ~ Darling, you're kidding, right?
DB ~ I've pulled enough allnighters in the past two weeks alone that I don't want you to miss a night of sleep.
Rose ~ Dan, are you thinking straight?
DB ~ What are you talking about?
Rose ~ When was the last time we got to actually see each other? Not "omgosh camp rules watch out" see each other. I mean really really get to see each other.
DB ~ It's been so long that the date's negligible.

For the record, May 29th. Just in case anyone wanted to know.

Rose ~ Exactly. So do you really think I'm going to sleep at all the night before?
DB ~ I would hope you would.
Rose ~ No, really. Why don't you think about that?
DB ~ [pause] Okay, so you've got a valid point.

That's really funny. Actually getting sleep the night before we actually get to spend time together again. Delam, you should have been a comedian. Really.

Reasons why I hate, and envy, DB

A reflection: today's been a rather interesting day.

Most importantly, it's 10 more days until BGRR actually has vacation, which means it's 10 more days until we bring out the human rocket and aim her at the general direction of his chest, the basic idea being that if I squeal loud enough in my excitement to catch him off guard, and run fast enough, I can knock him over and finally one up him on his attempts on my life. See, DB! Not everyone has to resort to bribing pretty little birds as hitbirds! To celebrate, we'll be driving up to Lake Wallenpaupack for four days, two of which he'll spend RPGing with some friends and I'll be working on...erm...uh...sewing projects. Yeah, that's right. Uber happiness because I get to play trophy girlfriend again, and spoil him horribly. Unbeknownst to BGRR, the extra niceness is part of my plan to buy points in his attempts to off me, which to this point have all been rather lackluster and not even close to being pseudo-quasi-successful. Filet mignon anyone?

I'm still working on the whole six month bet losing thing sinking in. Probably when I get to sink into his arms again.

And the best part, my coworkers are gossipping about my love life again. If I were a weaker person, I could have oodles of fun with this - and believe me, it's tempting sometimes. This would be why I envy DB. While he's likely to have to deal with this in the middle of nowhere, he's a guy. Therefore, he's also going to ignore ALL OF IT. Additionally, I really don't think outdoor ed is as catty as the corporate world. People are so unbelievably nice and cheerful and it's disgustingly refreshing. Here, it's essentially every person for themselves. While I can handle it, such thinking offends him to the umpteenth degree. Something about sucking the very soul out of him evilness or something like that. See, he does have a poetic streak from time to time.

Dan called Friday morning because he had off, and of course I answered it despite being at the office. Wouldn't you? Over the course of this summer, I have lived for these phone calls. Naturally, one would be upset when told that there's no telling when the next phone call was going to come. I won't lie when I say I closed the "door" to my office and just cried for ten minutes. However I told people we had had an argument, and that pretty much stopped questions right there. Except that between the coworkers not being able to see the entire Facebook page and the knowledge of an argument, world is spreading that apparently BGRR and I have broken up. Nevermind that there's still photos of us blatently on my desk or random stuff that reminds me of him. We're apparently no longer together.

DB wouldn't have to deal with this. I envy him. He actually works with adults.....um.....who play with kids......yeah.......but at least they act mature!

Ugh.Drama. It sucks. Just don't do it.