The bearded eye-roller

Sorry kids, no humor this morning. Again. Today's post is dedicated to the letter M.

M for mush.

BJ has been on a business trip since Sunday morning and comes home tonight. I am anxiously awaiting the moment that I get to see his smiley face standing at the curb at the airport. I wrote to a friend of mine about that moment (hi Cindy!) Until I wrote to her, it never occurred to me what was so significant about that moment.

It has nothing to do with seeing someone that I've missed, although that is also really nice. It's all about what happens the moment he sees me. I think this is one of my favorite things. Seeing him before he notices that I'm in the room (or at the airport).

I see his normal persona and he's just a man standing in a room. Then I am fortunate enough witness how he changes when he sees me. His whole face lights up and his posture softens. The tough man suddenly becomes a teddy bear. I am so lucky that I get to see that as it happens. Makes me want to sneak up on him all the time, but then again that might be creepy. tee hee.

Gah! I'm just a big pile of goo sometimes.

Poor hubby has to put up with me hitting on him all the time. I can't help it. He's just so darned cute and sweet. Uuhhhh, I meant handsome and manly.

He's out of town for a few days and I miss his cuddly, ummmm, errrrr, I mean buff body. So, here I sit planning all of the ways that I'll drive him crazy with my flirty ways when he gets home. I drive him crazy not in the good way, it's more like in the eye-rolling way.

I even suggested we go make out in the car, while sitting across his step-dad at breakfast on Sunday. Really, I did. It was perfectly logical when you think about it, and I'm sure you'll agree. There we were having brunch in a restaurant next to the airport with his mom and step-dad prior to his flight out. We still had lots of time after we finished eating, so he asked me what we should do to fill up the time between then and his flight. That's when I threw out my suggestion. Right in front of his step-dad (Mom was powdering her nose at the time). Yup, I did. Don't you think he was just asking for it though?

I got an unexpected opportunity for more flirting today. I had to overnight his forgotten cell phone charger to him this morning. I sent his charger all right. I also included a little perfumed lurve note with lipsticky lips all over it. There's no way he can say that he wasn't expecting that. I mean, he's been married to me for what, eight months now? He's got to be used to it by now.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have more scheming to do.

BJ and I went to the grocery store last night in preparation for the X-box extravaganza. I wanted to make a shopping list on my PDA (I have a groovy little shopping program.. I *heart* it very much), but he said that wasn't necessary. BJ and I shop very differently. First I must make a menu, then I make the grocery list. Now before you think I'm over-the-edge neurotic, I'll admit that I do stray from the list while I'm at the store. If it's on sale.

BJ, on the other hand, shops like a bachelor. Seeing as he's been a bachelor for the past few years, I understand that some habits die hard. He just likes to go up every aisle and throw things in that look good. So, last night we went shopping bachelor style.

First was the beer aisle. There were just so many choices. Rows and rows of beer.

I saw these cool Barbie plates and tried to sneak them in the basket, but he found them, dammit! I think the guys would have appreciated having something girlie at the X-box extravaganza.

All in all, it was a fairly quick shopping trip. We only had to go down the beer, soda, meat products, cheese, and chips aisle. There was no produce to be found in the shopping cart. Zip. Nada.

And this, my friends, is what
$242.00 of boy groceries looks like:

You saw it here folks. I like geeks, and that's why I like hubby. He's having an X-box party on Saturday, and I don't mean just a couple of guys getting together for a couple of hours to play games. No, this is a 12 hour event involving LOTS of guys, LOTS of X-boxes networked together and LOTS of AV equipment. Oh, and lots of booze for sure. There will be so much testosterone in the house that I will be leaving town for fear of growing chest hair and a beard. Here's a snippet of an email that he sent the guys today:

This is going to be great. FOUR (count ˜em: FOUR!) big screen projectors, six X-boxes, capability for three-team action, air conditioning, wireless remotes, ah, Ah, AGHH!!! (gorilla noises).

Off the AP-Wire: There was a brown-out today in the small town of [Insert our city and state here] when a massive drain on available electrical power was caused by imported gaming, projection, and stereo devices reaching a simultaneous peak during a Halo2 game of team slayer. The frag-fest drew all available power from the small community, except emergency medical support at the local State School facility. Searching for the cause of the power drain,local police accidentally raided the dwelling of the gamers after hearing cries of hey, you killed Kenny, you bastards! and stop shooting me, I'm dead already! The errant cops then stayed on to draw top honors at the next game of Capture The Flag with human-only weapons and all vehicles.

Now if you'll excuse me, I must go have a cold shower.

I normally don't like to blog during work hours but for this, I need to make an exception.

I asked my brother what he wanted for Christmas (I drew his name this year). He wanted these. The minute I saw them I forwarded the site to hubby and said that I thought he should have a pair because they look really really comfortable. As a side note, I'd benefit too because then I wouldn't have to see him wearing black socks with his shorts anymore. That's always a plus.

But I digress.

One of my friends sent me a link to a gadget that is, well, pretty fab. I sent that link to hubby and said that I thought it was really cool. We're both geeky and like cool gadgets. The rest of the email exchange went like this:

BJ: This looks pretty freaking cool. Set up the docking station in the car so that it is removable and you can swap it to any car we're currently using. Hmmmmm...

Me: I know! I thought you'd like it... Maybe this is another Christmas present that we can buy ourselves, then I'll take complete custody of it. (tee hee... oh... that wasn't a very good try at subliminal suggestion was it?)

BJ: Oh, I thought it was for me! I get it now. You get the cool new satellite radio for Christmas with the docking stations and the TiVo recording capability and I get..............slippers.

Then I got a follow-up to that, just to dig the guilt knife in a bit deeper...

BJ: Yeah, and then for our birthdays you can get an Aviator with a GPS system, leather interior and a 7 speaker stereo and I can get ..............a tie.

He's a quick learner, don't you think?