Anyway, here's the entry I tried to write earlier.
My birthday is on the 22nd, so I was trying to drop hints to Jimmy that I wanted to go to the yarn store. Not Michael's or Joann, but the real yarn store which is called The Woolie Ewe. Hints included sighing and saying that I wish I had some nice yarn to crochet this pattern with, etc.
But of course he didn't get the hints. We were talking about all the things we have to do this month when my birthday came up, and he said he had no idea what to get for me. So I just said I want to go to the Woolie Ewe to buy some nice yarn. I know that hints, subtle or not, do not work on him. And if I didn't tell him exactly what I want, who knows what he would have done. He is not a very good gift giver! I've gotten some, um, strange presents over the years like a pair of gargoyles(?), a children's book about a dog that he thought was cute, and I thought was not so cute, a dictionary (thought that would be good because I was an English Major) . . . the gargoyles still puzzle me.
The next couple weeks are rather busy for us. On Friday we are going to Six Flags for his company party. Sunday is the Tori Amos concert. I'm so excited about that. It will be the first time I've seen her playing solo without the band. The 22nd is my birthday, and the 23rd is a casino party at the president of his company's house.
I wouldn't be surprised if Jimmy asks me again what I want for my birthday . . .