Fresh PB & J
A friendly nudge has alerted me to my extended silence here. Apologies to my many fans who must have worn a shine in the edge of their seats by now.
Let me hit some recent highlights in the life of PB & J and see if any pique your interest.
My job at the framing shop has entered its 5th week as of today. It's altogether not unpleasant, though sometimes the repetitious nature of my duties grates on my sensibilities. I dislike doing and redoing tasks, but since we get art orders day upon day that need to be mounted and framed, the regimen of cutting backs, mounting canvases and prints, cutting and assembling frames, and packaging each piece for shipment is, by its nature, repeated over and over ad naseum. Fortunately, I usually work on a different part of the process each day, so the tasks vary in the short term.
We had an "office party" week before last and I got to show J my work environment. She was a hit, of course, both with my coworkers and their spouses. She has an intimidating beauty that often causes other women to bristle and men to drool, but she also has a warm and accessible humanity that usually causes people to put aside their assumptions and just accept her for her sweet self. At the end of the evening, the founder dude held a contest based on art history. J won first place (a $50 gift certificate at a local food boutique) and I won second place (a bottle of champagne). I felt rather self-conscious about our sweeping the awards, but one shouldn't hide their light(s) under a bushel, as they say.
I'm still calling myself a freelancer, by the way (just got a client check in the mail today, in fact), but I don't have any work lined up right now. I have a couple of potential clients, but "potential" doesn't pay the bills. More on that as/if something takes shape.
Yesterday (Sunday) was J's birthday---Princess Day, as we called it. It was also Mother's Day, and Two Socks and Sadie, who can't seem to hold onto money, limited their gift-giving to a nice card. Being the warm-hearted Mom that she is, J was delighted that they even remembered.
I had bought J the "perfect" ring on Saturday at an out-of-the-way gift shop, so I was already on the fast-track to being the golden boy come Sunday morning. We slept in, then I made J her favorite brunch: eggs McFunky. It was rainy when we left to hit TJ Maxx, where J spent a nice chunk of the cash she'd received from her parents. From there, we drove to the shoe store to get J’s requested b-day gift: some sexy new heels. We'd about given up on finding that "perfect pair" she'd hoped for when I saw an out-of-the-way display apparently dedicated to the discriminate woman who appreciates the professional-slutty look. I swear: when J put on these strappy sandstone pumps with 4-inch heels and cutout toes, my pants got tight. I was delighted to buy them, and she was delighted that we'd found the perfect pair when all appeared lost.
J had requested that we go to a hillside restaurant where we could drink margaritas and watch the sunset, but the persistent rain and lightening called for a last-minute change of plans. Her request? Go home, order our favorite pizza, play dominoes, and drink tequila till bedtime. And we did. Eight shots and a couple of bowls later, J slipped off to the bedroom and returned wearing her new high heels and little else. She strutted up to me, ran her hand along the inside of my thigh, and sashayed down the hall to the bedroom. You can imagine what happened when the lights went out.
This morning, after I dropped her off at work, I ordered a dozen red roses and had them delivered to her office. (Part of the pleasure in getting flowers at work is having your co-workers ohh and ahh, after all.) You might think they were for last night, and in a way they were. But actually, this being our 12th wedding anniversary, the roses signaled appreciation for a dozen perfect years together. Was every day flawless and filled with happiness? Hell no! If you’ve been reading the Retrospective (and as you will see in the upcoming installments), we’ve been through hell and caused each other considerable heartache. But where we are today is perfect, so how can the steps that led us here be anything but?
In about three hours, I’ll pick up my Shakti-bride at work and take her to our favorite restaurant to continue the celebration. Then back home, where we’ll turn out the lights once more. It will be memorable, you can be sure.
Let me hit some recent highlights in the life of PB & J and see if any pique your interest.
My job at the framing shop has entered its 5th week as of today. It's altogether not unpleasant, though sometimes the repetitious nature of my duties grates on my sensibilities. I dislike doing and redoing tasks, but since we get art orders day upon day that need to be mounted and framed, the regimen of cutting backs, mounting canvases and prints, cutting and assembling frames, and packaging each piece for shipment is, by its nature, repeated over and over ad naseum. Fortunately, I usually work on a different part of the process each day, so the tasks vary in the short term.
We had an "office party" week before last and I got to show J my work environment. She was a hit, of course, both with my coworkers and their spouses. She has an intimidating beauty that often causes other women to bristle and men to drool, but she also has a warm and accessible humanity that usually causes people to put aside their assumptions and just accept her for her sweet self. At the end of the evening, the founder dude held a contest based on art history. J won first place (a $50 gift certificate at a local food boutique) and I won second place (a bottle of champagne). I felt rather self-conscious about our sweeping the awards, but one shouldn't hide their light(s) under a bushel, as they say.
I'm still calling myself a freelancer, by the way (just got a client check in the mail today, in fact), but I don't have any work lined up right now. I have a couple of potential clients, but "potential" doesn't pay the bills. More on that as/if something takes shape.
Yesterday (Sunday) was J's birthday---Princess Day, as we called it. It was also Mother's Day, and Two Socks and Sadie, who can't seem to hold onto money, limited their gift-giving to a nice card. Being the warm-hearted Mom that she is, J was delighted that they even remembered.
I had bought J the "perfect" ring on Saturday at an out-of-the-way gift shop, so I was already on the fast-track to being the golden boy come Sunday morning. We slept in, then I made J her favorite brunch: eggs McFunky. It was rainy when we left to hit TJ Maxx, where J spent a nice chunk of the cash she'd received from her parents. From there, we drove to the shoe store to get J’s requested b-day gift: some sexy new heels. We'd about given up on finding that "perfect pair" she'd hoped for when I saw an out-of-the-way display apparently dedicated to the discriminate woman who appreciates the professional-slutty look. I swear: when J put on these strappy sandstone pumps with 4-inch heels and cutout toes, my pants got tight. I was delighted to buy them, and she was delighted that we'd found the perfect pair when all appeared lost.
J had requested that we go to a hillside restaurant where we could drink margaritas and watch the sunset, but the persistent rain and lightening called for a last-minute change of plans. Her request? Go home, order our favorite pizza, play dominoes, and drink tequila till bedtime. And we did. Eight shots and a couple of bowls later, J slipped off to the bedroom and returned wearing her new high heels and little else. She strutted up to me, ran her hand along the inside of my thigh, and sashayed down the hall to the bedroom. You can imagine what happened when the lights went out.
This morning, after I dropped her off at work, I ordered a dozen red roses and had them delivered to her office. (Part of the pleasure in getting flowers at work is having your co-workers ohh and ahh, after all.) You might think they were for last night, and in a way they were. But actually, this being our 12th wedding anniversary, the roses signaled appreciation for a dozen perfect years together. Was every day flawless and filled with happiness? Hell no! If you’ve been reading the Retrospective (and as you will see in the upcoming installments), we’ve been through hell and caused each other considerable heartache. But where we are today is perfect, so how can the steps that led us here be anything but?
In about three hours, I’ll pick up my Shakti-bride at work and take her to our favorite restaurant to continue the celebration. Then back home, where we’ll turn out the lights once more. It will be memorable, you can be sure.
4 Comments:
Please tell her happy birthday from another Taurus. :)Congratulations to you both on the anniversary.
Oh, and a pic of the shoes would great, too. She does takes requests, right?
Happy anniversary. Nice to "see" you again. Nice to know couples can maintain sexy playfullness after 12 years. Cheers!
Happy Anniversary and Happy Birthday to J. Glad to know that all is right with you these days.
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