It’s almost midnight, the start of the day that is my gestational anniversary. Woo-fucking-whoo.
On Friday at work, I got the teddy bear, balloon, floral cake, chocolate treatment, courtesy of 1800flowers and M. Whilst suffering the embarrassment of a circle of co-worker chicks discussing my delivered booty, I mentioned the plan for today that M. had made. (I was going to write “humiliation” instead of embarrassment, but the co-worker chicks were nice enough. It wasn’t like the tampon scene in Carrie or anything. “Plug it up.”)
M. had decided to (1) drop of his car for service and (2) pick up my gift. Now, over a month ago, he picked this gift out and ordered it, and I think it’s been killing holding inside the surprise. I thought he was going to tell me a few thousand times between then and now. All he told me is that it was new technology, and we were to go pick it up north of San Francisco.
I mentioned the drop of car, drive north of the city in my car plan, and my co-workers were full of speculation on what that could mean. Wine country, for example, good old Napa and Sonoma counties, are north. At least one decided on a romantic, champagne-ridden balloon ride or some such thing. They mocked my insistence that the scenario was almost completely unlikely, doubting that I know the man with whom I have chosen to live.
This morning, he told me we were either going to Vacaville or the parking lot of the Costco in Vallejo to meet a man. Rather than a hot-air balloon, I anticipated my own special episode of Unsolved Mysteries. The one where it turns out M.’s name is actually Lee Harvey John Wayne M., or some other killer-styled three-name arrangement, and the parking lot was to meet up with his Navy veteran (or other armed forces), who would aid in hiding the body.
My co-workers and I were both wrong. And, M. kept his standing as an unusual, surprising gift-giver.
It’s an electric scooter, suitable for tooling to work almost silently and without using any of them bad fossil fuels you hear tell about. We scooted around town a bit today, well he jogged. Pretty fun.
my goodness. this is one helluva gift. mr. m has outdone himself this time.
i hope you’ve made love on it already. and i am absolutely amazed that you
are 44. amazed. you have to feel younger than that. not to get too gooey,
but you look younger than 30 yr. olds. happy birthday lady. talk soon.
it wont undo the cellulite like a pushbike will and what happens when the battery goes flat ten miles from home
still nice thought and funky to chase the wildlife with
does it come witha buttery coating i wonder
dave
oh and happy birthday
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“My own special episode of Unsolved Mysteries” I laughed out loud until I couldn’t breathe ! Now that would have been a birthday surprise !!!!Another “Happy Birthday” to you and thanks for the laugh !
Thank you, I love you all!
Soon there shall be some scootering video.
Hey, d w, the gift-giver laughed at your comments (and messaged me to that effect during the work day). But, he had no idea who you were. I outed you. You should try comedy.
Dot, when M. kills me, will you be me in the re-enactments for the TV?
And, sweet dvae, I’m a-gonna alternate with bike riding soon as the darkness lightens in the evenings. I’m going to be ripped and fossil-fuel free. And, quite, quite dorky!