Traditional 3rd Anniversary Gift: Leather

Where have the last three years gone? Honestly there is no answer. I remember every milestone that has occurred since September 17, 2005, yet it seems like it was just yesterday.

Odd.

I'm not a traditional person. In fact, though I claim to be non-rebellious, I tend to go the opposite of traditional in a lot of ways. But up to this point there was always something about each anniversary that held fast to tradition and since it amuses me, I think I might just keep up the trend.

Year one: Paper. The DH and I signed 30 years of our income away by purchasing the Haven. Wonderful decision. We can afford to live there on our meager salaries. Imagine how comfortable we'll be when DH finishes school in a couple of years? Woot!

Year two: Cotton. I won't go into the details of year two again since they were an over-share the first time. But for anyone who wants the intimate details, here ya go!

Year three: That's today. DH presented me with a card the size of our kitchen table this morning. It was full of sweet messages and candy. Mmm... Oh, and some Neocash cards. Anyone who plays Neopets knows how nice that is. Win! I had to rush to work so I won't be springing my gifts on the DH until this evening. I'm still stumped about how to work in the leather though. All sorts of ideas are swimming in my head, some more kinky than others. But I wish I could just have one brilliant idea occur to me that I was thrilled with. I have all day here at work to think of something. Something amazing... or at least unexpected. Hrmm... I may or may not share what I come up with. Will depend on just how spicy it really was. Yowsa!!

Happy Anniversary DH!

Ms.B

DH loves me...

I know this, not because he rubs my back and shoulders whenever I want,
not because he cooks me dinner on a regular basis,
not because he takes out the trash every week,
not because he cleans out the litter boxes,
not because he brings me lunch at work whenever he can,
not because he gives up some sleep to help me fix things around the Haven,
not because he lets his hair grow long enough to curl (even though he loves it buzzed short),
not because he says cute, charming things to brighten my day,
not because he dropped out of a University, sold his house, left his family, and went through the arduous process of obtaining a fiance' visa in order to move down here to marry me...

but because he bought me a pink Spardel. I have a pink Spardel to go with my newly painted Pink Lenny!

Help me! Still waiting for my NeoPets intervention.

The NeoPets binge continues...

... and I can't make it stop! I just spent my entire lunch break playing games and I've come to the conclusion that I am horrible at them! Alas, they are the only way for me to make neopoint$ so I must endure.

My current focus is obtaining everything possible that has to do with Spardels. Unless you've played NeoPets before I know you are scratching your heads. A spardel is a little blue and white dog that has goofy, bulging eyes (not unlike those of my Monkey) and the ears of a terrier. So CUTE! My gallery is slowly filling with my collection. As fast as I earn the neo-money I am spending it.

The therapeutic value of this is priceless. Spending sprees like this in real, every day life would leave me living in a large box under the freeway. Funny thing is that I hate shopping in real life but on the computer I am a beast!

I better hope that I find a random paint brush soon so I can sell it and get out of this hole I have dug for myself. Maybe if it is a really good one (Come ON, Pirate Paint Brush!!) I can sell it and buy every last Spardel left on my list. Mua haha! I still need Pink, Ghost, Black, Halloween, Custard, Purple, Grey, Green, Faerie, White, Pirate, Disco and Island.

AHHHHHHHH!

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I can't believe the person who just typed this blog entry is soon to be 30 years old. Am I pathetic or what? Wait, don't answer that.

*cries*

Ms.B

Intervention Time

The time has come, my friends, for someone to stage an intervention!

NeoPets has taken over my life! I peek at my account when I wake up in the morning. I periodically hop on the games at work during my breaks (and sometimes between my breaks!!). First thing I do when I get home at night, besides pee, is hop on the computer.

I think of baby paint brushes and rainbow fridges during meetings. I plot re-stock ideas as I do assessments. Yesterday as I monitored the parlor I came up with a new batch of plushies I wanted to collect.

.... AHHHHHHHH!!

I should focus more on work at work. But I don't. Instead, I am patiently waiting for someone to accept my offer on a custard petpet paintbrush. STOP THE INSANITY!

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I wish I had a pink paint brush for my Lenny