Another Weekend with SiR

As you know from my previous post, SiR spent the weekend with me in small town Alberta. Despite eating way too much and experiencing brutal stomach cramps (thank goodness for Tylenol - and lots of it!), it was a nice weekend.

SiR amazes me with his patience, kindness and sense of humour. I loved the fact that we didn't have to do much of anything to enjoy each other's company. I'm perfectly content just cuddling with him, enjoying a movie or TV show, reading articles, laughing at silly things, eating and cooking with him (hmmm... bacon), and just being (even with a brutal tummy ache).

We did go to Drum. I love it there so much, and it was nice to share some of my haunts with with him. We went to the museum and to some of my favourite shops (including IGA...). When we got home, we made a dinner of pork chops, Caesar salad(he made it, and it was so good), glazed carrots, and garlic mashed potatoes. Then we watched Bollywood Hollywood, and took it easy.

Sunday was a day of eating and sloth... Can't complain though. It was nice to spend quiet time together. We watched one of my favourite movies - Casablanca - and I fell in love with the movie all over again.

Today, SiR and I went to the local Health clinic to get shots for our upcoming trip. It felt weird and somewhat natural at the same time to share a doctor's appointment with him. (Thank goodness he knows about my medical conditions... I don't think there were any surprises there)...

We then went for lunch at Zorba's... hmmm nummy... and good conversation as always. When he noticed I signed the credit card bill, SiR asked something kinda funny... He asked if I practiced signing my name using his last name. I never really answered the question... But I did tell him that I'd already told him that I'd take his last name if we ever married...

I made poor SiR tour my office and meet some of my co-workers. They all thought he seemed really nice (and even one said he was handsome). Then, he had to go home...My house feels a bit empty without him here... But the fact that I worked until about 7:45 pm - again... makes it easier to come home to a house without SiR here.

It also feels weird knowing that he reads my blog... Not that I can keep secrets from him... It's just that I feel like I can't do all the glowy girl things that I was doing before... Don't want to make his head swell. (Or conversely, lament men... and their nature...not that I have any complaints about him - at least for the moment.) :-) So much for embracing my sarcastic nature...

Although I'm feeling a bit overworked today, I'm happy and content.