Thankfully, I have an amazing boyfriend who makes my life allot easier for me when I get in after a day of work. Normally, by time I arrive at his place after work, my dog's been fed and if I haven't made plans for dinner yet, there's a casserole in the oven. I know that seems simple, but it means the world to me that he helps make my life easier like that. Appreciating the little things matters, so I'm going to share with you my May long weekend, henceforth known as "My Perfect May Weekend"
FRIDAY On the Friday of the May long weekend, I wasn't having a good day. It wasn't a horrifically BAD day, but it wasn't a good day either. About 1/2 and hour before I closed the Adult Boutique I was working at, I received a message from my boyfriend asking me to text him when I was leaving. I was a little suspicious, but did so anyways as I was locking up and then drove to his place. When I walked through the door, he was standing there waiting for me, gave me a kiss and handed me a glass of red wine. I have a wine that I love. It's a rose from here on Vancouver Island, and my boyfriend, being the sweet guy that he is, went to buy me a bottle of this wine while I was at work. I guess, when he got to the liquor store, that he couldn't find this wine that I love, not anywhere. While wandering around and looking, one of the liquor store people asked if he needed any help. He's bought this wine once or twice for me, and knows where it should be in the store, and it's not there. Turns out, it's not in the store at all...... or in the other branches of the store, which were subsequently called. But he tried right? Sweet, I know. But better, is that after finding that he couldn't find this wine for me, he starts talking with the woman helping him, telling her the qualities I like in my wine. That's right, the man doesn't drink wine, but actually does listen to my random and disjointed musings about what I like in my wines. The helpfully employee then starts suggesting wines to him and he ended up buying the red wine which he met me at the door with when I got home. It.Was.A.Maz.Ing. I still can't get over it. I'm on another bottle of the same wine now and love
SATURDAY The following day, I had to work from 10-6, which isn't a bad shift on a Saturday. When I got back home after my shift though, I was greeted with another kiss and was told that he was going to take me to the movies that night and I had a choice between the 7:45 showing and the 9:45 (or something like that). Poof, just like that, we were out on an actual, honest-to-goodness date. I may just be easy to please, but I was over the moon. Nothing could wreck my mood, not even going back to his truck and realising that the lights had been left on and the battery was dead. All that meant was some cuddling in the truck while it rained outside, waiting for someone to come give us a jump. It was just a perfect flaw.
SUNDAY
When we got home, I still wasn't feeling great and needed desperately to lie down. He came with me, and soon we'd passed right out. I slept for about an hour before waking up and realising that it was 7:30 and if we didn't get up then we might not be able to sleep that night. Apparently my logic is only applicable to myself though, as he kept sleeping and didn't wake up until 8 the next morning. I, however, can't sleep for 14 hours straight, so I got up and went grocery shopping, intending to make some more casseroles for the freezer. But after I came home and did some prep cooking, I decided that It could wait until the next morning.
MONDAY I love domestic days, and that's how my Monday started shaping up. I got up and started assembling casseroles for and hour and a half. He cleaned and rearranged the living room. Shortly, after we'd both finished and were relaxing on the couch, his buddy, the backyard mechanic showed up and announced that he was free to change the leaking fuel tank out of my truck. I was FINALLY going to be able to walk around my truck without smelling gas! That project took the guys through the early afternoon and as they were finishing up, my boyfriend looks at me and tells me that after this, he thinks we should go fishing. I still can't imagine a more perfect or romantic way to spend my weekend. No, we didn't catch any fish, but that wasn't really the point. The point was spending the time together, and if that's not romantic, I don't know what is. It may have been a redneck weekend, but that's who we are, and that's why, from here on, I'll refer to him here as my Redneck Romeo, (RR).
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