Today Marvin and I have been married 12 ridiculous years, which is beside the point because I have a lot to do today.
That book about the nature of light that I have been working on? It's due very soon. Then right behind that is another book due for that same company.
Also, I have been working on a sex book (yes) for somebody else and she has been incredibly patient, but the last time I gave her any new pages was before Marvin's parents were here. She just emailed me to tell me she has MORE pages for me, and who is tired of reading about sex? Is it me?
And of course, both of these clients are getting dumped and they know it, as soon as these jobs are done. I told them I have a full-time job, but I had committed to doing this work already before I got the job.
However, I am keeping the statistics textbook company because they treat me like gold and we have been together since 2002, and guess what? GUESS WHAT? They emailed me Friday that they are FEDEXing me something that's due Tuesday. Oh, and I have to work late at my real job tomorrow.
And did I mention I leave for Colorado later this week?
The good news is, Marvin got me this:
I don't know how he guessed I wanted this, seeing as I emailed him the link from Sundance Catalog along with a note of plea, then reminded him of it a few days later. What a surprise! You could have knocked me over with a feather! But isn't it pretty? It reminds me of the ocean.
So I worked a lot yesterday and got up early and worked this morning, but I don't know if it's all the work or those experimental drugs I'm taking for my migraine, but long about noon I got so dang logy. I was outside on the deck, editing, and the breeze was blowing and I could have fallen right over and gone to sleep.
So I stomped in here and said to Marvin, "I'm going to rest my eyes for a minute."
I went to the bed and flopped down. Tallulah came with me, because she always comes with me everywhere I go. Apparently someone told her it was necessary to follow my every move, or else she has an unhealthy obsession with me, I don't know. At any rate, she galumphed onto the bed and put her chin on my legs.
"What are you doing?" asked Marvin, coming into the room.
Marvin always does this. I tell him what I'm doing and then he comes in and asks me what I'm doing. And the part where I am face-down on the bed with my eyes closed, breathing rhythmically, you'd think might have tipped him off.
"I'm conducting an orchestra," I groused. "What does it LOOK like I'm doing?"
"You taking a nap?" He leaped onto the bed. "HELLO TALU!" he said in a squeaky voice. "Who's my girl!? Who's my sleepy girl!"
Tallulah sighed and rolled her eyes at me. When Marvin speaks to the dog or the cats, his voice goes up 70 octaves.
"Tallulah likes you better," he said.
"Honey, I'm really trying to take a nap. I am exhausted and I have to get up and work again."
"Okay," Marvin said.
When he left, Talu and I readjusted and got ready to drift off. "Zzzzt!" we heard. "Zzzzzzz zzzzzzzz zzzZZZZZZzzzzzt!"
There was a stupid stupid stupid stupid fly in the room. And it kept BUZZING next to my ear. You don't even want to know what swear words I came up with as I swatted at it.
"What are you DOING?" Marvin asked, entering the room.
"Why does everyone in this house concern themselves with my every move!" I yelled, swatting.
"You aren't killing a fly with Steely Dan!" Marvin said. I had his paperback book in my hand.
"If you don't want me to kill flies with Steely Dan, don't leave Steely Dan out," I said sensibly, smashing said fly to bits. God, there's nothing better than murdering a fly that's been bugging you.
No sooner did I flop back down on the bed when another.effing.fly.came into the room. What was this, the Amityville Horror? I grabbed Steely and his Dan again.
"What are you DOING?"
Honest to God. He asked me again. "Well, stop making huge NOISES if you don't want me to wonder what you're doing," he said.
This time I was so mad that I managed to murder the fly in seconds. Tallulah, nervous about me swishing a book everywhere and cursing, cowered out of the room.
I got back in bed just as Marvin came back into the room.
"You ready to get jiggy wid it?" he asked.
What he's got is some TIMING.
"I'm ready to get KNIFEY with it, is what I'm ready for," I said, wishing I had a Marvin-sized Steely Dan paperback. "I have an idea," I said. "Let's pretend it's our wedding day and not see each other till six o'clock."
"Geez. What a crabapple."
So that's been our romantic anniversary thus far. Maybe Marvin could go read my sex book or something.
I'll see you after the chicken dance, Marv.