The other day I was having a really bad day at work. I mean, one of those days where you come home and you get your resume ready because you feel like you're probably gonna need it real soon. When I got done with work I called my beloved and demanded that we go out to eat or drink or both. He insisted that he had something at home that would definately make me feel better. While I immediately thought that it was probably a puppy, I didn't get my hopes up to far, and thought it was more likely a very clean house. I was definately not ready for the suprise that awaited me.
I got home and before I opened the door I got ready to "oooh" and "awwww" over the cleanliness. (I was also thinking about what I was gonna name that cute new puppy!) As the door opened, I slowly peered into the apartment only to see the same old mess. I then ran into the living room expecting my puppy to jump in to my arms, but that didn't happen either. Thats when Casey came out of the bedroom with a big grin on his face.
I realized that there were so many more awesome suprises that his suprise could be. He told me to close my eyes and hold out my hand, so I did. Then, he put something square, hard and plasicty in my hand. I opened my eyes and in my hand were two video games for a Playstation 2. Thats when it hit me...he had bought a Playstation 2 and picked up some games he thought I would like to keep me from being pissed off at him. It didn't work. I was mad as hell, and there was nothing he could do about it. After I yelled at him for being so selfish and not thinking of my needs (a.k.a. new puppy), he then let me cool down and left me alone for a while.
After a while, when he felt it was safe to come near me, he expalined that he just had to get the PS2 to complete a school project. He was reading some book on Vietnam and had to compare the story in the book to some other form of media about Vietnam. So, the only logical thing to do was to buy a Playstation 2, then get the Vietnam game for it so that he can play the game and write a paper about it.
Just think, all of this trouble to make me feel better. He just better not have any Vietnam flashbacks or I'm throwin' that thing right off the balcony.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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