Blush and Bashful

From Misc

Jeff, suited up for my cousin's engagement!

Jeff has his SnarkyPants on today. *dry*

He gets a very small pass because he was up until 4AM cleaning at the house for a pre-list showing tonight, but days like this I think he's gleeful to be working at a safe distance from my girly fists of doom.

Of course, I have the memory (and trunk space) of an elephant and beatings will be had. Oh yes. Beatings will be had.

(He hasn't moved in yet, but we're having dinner.)

Yesterday, Jeff had the Fleetwood Mac song Rhiannon in his head. I told him that I didn't know it, and he said, "Yes you do." So I harped at him to sing it and he finally did. And yes, I did know it.

So we got on some random discussion of Stevie Nicks and her love for Wicca. Jeff said, "There's probably a Wikipedia entry for it."

So today, I looked, and of course there is and I gleefully sent him the link.

He wrote back:

"...the Romano-British form of this Proto-Celtic theonym is likely to have been Rigantona."

Ha! I think they have ignored the obvious--"Rhiannon" is most likely simply a knock-off of the well known Roman/Italian goddess "Rigatoni" (goddess of hollow pasta).

Me: 1. I would like a day without a headache. 2. And a cupcake.
Jeff: You should check-in with Nancy [my internist]. Can't help you with number 2.
Me: Yeah, I will.
Jeff: Maybe she can prescribe some migraine meds.
Me: True. But these are just sort of low-grade annoying headaches. Not migraines. Don't want my life to revolve around doses of Aleve.
Jeff: Agreed. Though I go through phases with my back where I need naproxyn for a few weeks. But, I think that's more common for bad backs.
Me: Yeah, not sure what it means for zee head.
Jeff: Maybe they'll have to amputate.
Me: :b
Me: Stop me from eating so damn much.
Jeff: Yes, but there's something scary about your head untethered from your body. You'd make me carry you around everywhere...
Me: Dude, totally.
Jeff: And the talking would continue!
Me: Oh yeah. There's really no escaping the talking.

Jeff just called and said he's also just started feeling achy and upset-stomach-y!

I accused him of giving me the cooties. (He'd started feeling icky yesterday, poor bunny, but thought it was done with.)

Jeff: (with a suspicious look) You were one of those little girls who ran around in grade school kissing and hugging everyone, weren't you?

I love it when I treat myself like a sulky four-year old.

"No, no, we're not packing tonight, because we hate packing. But just take the pjs out of the drawer, because otherwise you'll forget them. And where's that cami--is it in the laundry?"

And I kept tossing things on the bed, until it became obvious that if I wanted to sleep on said bed, I would have to put the things elsewhere. And why not the convenient duffel bag I'm hauling to LA?

So this morning wasn't as crazy as I was trying to set it up to be.

Things are now packed. Trying to decide if I need to take Timbuk, because everything has fit in the duffel bag. Hrm. I think I'm going to take it. It'll be useful to cart around as a bag while in LA.

I can't believe I'm going tonight.

Cat litter's changed. Left Jeff instructions on fridge. Printed boarding pass.

Just need to put away dishes in washer and load remaining few items, and I think I'm done. Huh.

In weird news, The Universe clearly thinks that Jeff and I need to talk more. My phone rang this morning, it was Jeff's office line. After much 'hello, hello?' I gave up and disconnected, and then immediately called him back. He answered with no obvious indication that he needed to talk to me. Apparently his office line rang, there was no one there, and then he, too hung up. And then I called back. WTF, over?

I bounded into Jeff's office this morning, with a freshly baked loaf of 100% whole wheat bread. "Eat it! Eat it!" I shrieked. Jeff said, "Um, but I don't have a knife...or butter."

Me: It's wheat bread. It's not like butter's going to make it taste any less gross.
Jeff: *pointed look*
Me: Anyhow, I was so excited when it came out! I wanted to give it to you at 2AM!
Jeff: Err..
Me: I couldn't sleep. So I finished cleaning and baked!!
Jeff: And yet you're so...perky.
Me; Muhahaha! Dontcha just hate me?
Jeff: A little!
Me: *bounce*

And then I jabbered excitedly some more before bouncing off, with Jeff surely thinking, "Oh god. It's going to be one of those days."

And before anyone feels sorry for Jeff, the man can make a day of mocking me mercilessly. No sympathy for Jeff!

*bounce* *bounce* *bounce*

(at some point, I'm going to crash, but it'll be worth it)

Waking up early was SO worth it.

I hustled in, got the press release out, and then ran over to Jeff's office with all the accoutrement I'd bought at Fred Meyer last night. Mary, across the hall, came over and we wrapped the entire door, stuck bows on it, festooned his walls with balloons and banners and threw mardi gras beads and flowered leis on every surface. It looked fabulous!

I was worried that it was getting too close to the range of times Jeff comes in, so I grabbed the remaining balloons and went back to my office to blow. Then I tiptoed back in to dump them around. Kirsten had added a few fantastic features (including a giant tikki god thing and a pin the tail on the donkey). I was just stealthily sneaking out, when Jeff (who saw me sneaking and saw an opportunity for some fun) came up behind me and said, BOO. I totally shrieked. Twice, even. First because I was startled, and then because I saw it was him. He was looking rather pleased with himself when he saw the door, and he came into the office and kept saying, "My. God. What have you done!!" Heeeeeeeee.

So that was wildly entertaining. Many hugs and birthday wishes. It's going to be fun to torture him all day: we walked to get coffee in the breakroom, and there were people outside of our group, so I innocently asked, "Wow. I wonder if we should make you wear a sign so people know it's your BIRTHDAY." And all the people in the breakroom chorused, "Happy Birthday!!"

Muhahahaha. It's going to be a good day.

Finally, I ran out to my car to get his present, because I'm just that impatient. And yay, he likes it! I knew he wanted a big, tiled, tin mirror, but I'm glad he likes the tiles I picked, too.

One of the many things I love about Jeff is that he's very easy to shop for!

Now I'm all bouncy and have no desire whatsoever to work!! The next fun event needs to happen now, which is in roughly 1.3 hours.

Me: I realized yesterday that my tendency to startle easily may have childhood roots!
Jeff: Oh?

Me: When I was a baby in Pakistan, there was a war and there would be bombs going off 'n shit. So I think it's some post-traumatic stress reaction!
Jeff: And this is why you shriek so much, right? Because you imagine people need to be able to hear you over the din of bombs going off.

Me: Shut up! I need compassion and sympathy.
Jeff: (without missing a beat) Oh, I feel sorry for you all the time.

Me: Oooo, I haaaaaaaate you! *punching and smacking*
Jeff: Hee! The truth about our friendship. Based on pity and hatred!