Captain's Log... February 29
Hard to believe that the date is creeping up on us. I'm betting these last 10 days before we actually leave will be utter chaos. Because some of the tasks presented to my dear Mack for him to take care of... well... they still need to be taken care of.
On Monday he finally decided to go purchase his pants and suspenders. Simple task right? Well, he neglected to try the pants on. For those of you who don't know, Mack actually used to be significantly larger. He still tends to shop for and acquire previous sizes he used to wear. As a result, his pants are two sizes too big. Not to mention the fact that the white shirt he insisted he had in his possession already is (gasp) TOO big as well. Today, he tried to pass the task of returning those pants on to me, as well as seeking out a new white shirt. I passed. Not because I don't love him ('cause I do) but because I do love him.
Yes, I realize at this point that I am off from work and technically have nothing to do all day other than goals I've created for myself. But he purchased those pants on his check card. All the ladies (and some guys) reading this know firsthand what a pain in the ass returning something purchased with a credit or check card can be. It requires the actual card used to make the transaction, requires signing things in triplicate, drawing some blood, and being fingerprinted. So much more simple for the person who actually made the purchase to take the items back to exchange them... because even if you are just exchanging them they still require you to do all of this because it is STORE POLICY.
Some of you may point out the fact that these would be my duties as his future wife. Nope. Not when this was one of the tasks specifically delegated to him (especially since these clothes will be covering his naked ass). I'd never ask him to exchange an article of clothing for me. Pick up a gallon of milk? Yes. Run to the post office and pick up some packages? Yes. Return a bra that doesn't quite meet my standards (read as: entirely too big for my small boobies) or grab some feminine hygiene products? No. Anything that requires such specifics as a size or contains the words "super, regular, or light absorbancy" are not things I'd expect my man to acquire for me.
Really I find it quite humorous. It is part of who Mack is and yet I still love him despite his perpetual state of HUHAS (Head Up His Ass Syndrome). Also to his credit, he does have a new position at work. His head has actually been other places these days other than exclusively up his ass.
In ten days we'll be on our way to New Orleans. My mouth is already watering in anticipation of some blackened gator or some crawfish etouffe... (wipes drool from keyboard and chin) In seventeen days we'll be married!
Still no reservations and I'm very excited to embark upon this little adventure that we've arranged for ourselves. Both the adventure of ten days in N'awlins and the rest of our lives together. Which of those prospects am I more excited about? I'll have to go with New Orleans.
It is the beginning of our life together after all…
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