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This weekend, I felt like the following five things:

1.  A big giant ass because Marques totally knew what his Valentine’s Day/anniversary present was (the complete series of The Wire) and I didn’t even wrap it in a inconspicuous manner (you know, the old box-inside-the-box trick) and when I DID wrap it, I had to wrap it in CHRISTMAS PAPER with doves on it saying ‘may peace be with you’ (none of that religious Jesus paper in this household, no sir.  Other Christmas paper themes that I have banned include anything to do with Santa Claus, anything elves, anything poinsettas, basically anything to do with Christmas.  The only reason that we had dove paper was because we got a free roll at World Market and I cannot pass up anything free.).  He was very happy with his present, though, because he loves The Wire a LOT and I actually love The Wire too but I did technically fall asleep during some season 1 episodes and honestly, sometimes I get a little confused as to who people are and their real names versus their street names.

Anyway, I was a bit disappointed because the other night he had guessed it was The Wire.  BUT I suppose that’s what happens when I buy people’s presents 6 weeks beforehand and I can’t keep things a secret.  Here are some sample statements I told Marques about his present:  “You’ll like it a lot, it’s like one of your favorite things,” “Hey baby, let’s watch The Wire on OnDemand OH WAIT I should’ve gotten you The Wire for Valentine’s Day so we don’t have to wait 4 weeks for new episodes,” “I spent between $65 and $95 for your present,”  “It’s no bigger than the Baking with Dorie Greenspan book and no smaller than your average hardcover book.”  I mean, honestly, how could he not have guessed what it is?  I try to plan ahead for things and always fail miserably.

2.  Unable to breathe. I’ve been sick all weekend, culminating on Friday with a fever that made me delusional that Marques was actually in the kitchen making me dinner (he actually did).  I rarely ever get SICK sick - I normally just get a slight case of the sniffles or a tummy rumble and it usually happens if I don’t get enough sleep.  I like to think that I am like a robot in that I need a certain number of hours of rest to recharge, otherwise I am less than at optimal perfomance and that’s when the germies swarm in.  But this weekend, I was sick-sick, in that I had a fever and I moaned and groaned the entire weekend.  Friday was the worst - I got off the metro with chills and feeling just awful, but I was determined to eat red velvet cake ice cream at The Dairy Godmother to kick off Valentine’s Day weekend. And I did, but then I quickly had to pump myself full of over-the-counter medicine.  Now I just can’t breathe out of my nose, which is fine, who needs to breathe anyway?  Needless to say, this weekend was chock full of the sexy.  If by sexy you mean my blowing my nose every 5 minutes and occasionally having snot trickle out of my nose without my knowing it.

3.  Very loved.  Even though I’ve been sick, Marques did a really great job taking care of me.  He made my favorite sick dinner on Friday (chicken and noodles) and did laundry and cleaned the house a little.  He made me bowls of cereal and took me to see Coraline and was really just the kind of boyfriend mom’s wish their daughters had.  I think he’s just preparing me for spring training, where my kind sweet loving boyfriend will disappear into a puddle of Albert Pujols goo.

4.  Who the f is Daniel? This feeling would only make sense to Battlestar Galactica watchers but seriously, WHAT BATTLESTAR?

5.  Very full of sugar.  Marques bought me KitKats, my favorite candy EVER, and I made a pineapple cake for us due to a severe craving brought on by multiple viewings on foodgawker.  I have to make the Daring Bakers challenge sometime this week too, and let me just tell you right now that I might as well just apply it liberally to my hips, the amount of cream and chocolate in this recipe.

Our anniversary is Wednesday, though - that’s three years together for those of you keeping score at home.
Three years is a really long time for me and I’m grateful everyday to have a boyfriend who so willingly puts up with my annoyingness.  Though I am still annoyed that even after three years of keeping the lights low so he has to squint to read, Marques still doesn’t need glasses.  Science doesn’t work.