I can’t believe I’m up at this hour, venting on my blog. While the rest of my family is asleep, I’m awake, with my head swimming with thoughts of “Am I really wrong?”
This comes from the discussion that Dennis and I had tonight about our wedding anniversary. It’s this coming Friday. I made a list of things that I wanted and he made a list of things that he wanted. I made a small note of reasoning behind what I wanted for my anniversary presents. My list is as follows:
1. A new quilt for our bed. Our quilt was falling apart.
2. A new mouse. Mine has the defective scroll ball. This one doesn’t have a scroll ball to malfunction.
3. A new nurse’s watch. This is a basic analogue watch. Or a non-digital watch.
4. A CD copy of Art Garfunkel’s Some Enchanted Evening.
Guess what? He can’t get any of those items. Why? The mouse isn’t in stock. The quilt isn’t in stock. No one has ever heard of a ‘nurse’s watch’. None of the CD stores around knew Art Garfunkel put out his own solo CDs. Was there anything else I wanted? Sure. Get me an ID wallet from Coach. *sigh* Why do you want all these expensive things?
All right.
I thought the whole idea of asking for gifts was to ask for what you wanted. If I ask for things I want, I’m spoiled. If I’m told I can’t have what I want and so I say to never mind, then I’m a PMS’ing bitch. Fair enough. On with the cake and dinner. Going on last year, I picked out a cake from a local bakery and said I wanted it in pink or light blue. What was wrong with last year’s cake and dinner? Lots!
Last year I was promised an elegant Italian dinner and a fancy bakery cake. Dennis didn’t get it pulled together in time and substituted my cake with a waxy, greasy dollar store chocolate cake that was falling apart in the dented tin pan it was in, “anniversary” and our names were misspelled on the cake, and it saved him a whole nickel! Woot! As for the ‘dinner’? It turned out to be a box of macaroni and cheese, generic macaroni and cheese, that he burned and then tried to cover it up with the powdery cheese sauce that didn’t even dissolve properly. The cake was stale and the icing was hard. Never mind that I am deathly allergic to chocolate.
All of that wouldn’t have been too bad if Dennis hadn’t promised me something better and then at the last moment tried to substitute half-assed. I don’t think I’m ‘spoiled’ because I want things of good quality or because I want my husband to be able to follow through with his promises on our anniversary, of all days. Or am I spoiled? Selfish? I’d like to think no.