Happy Anniversary to Me

Yesterday was our anniversary. It was our 2 year wedding anniversary, but just over 9 years of being together. We went out for dinner, I made lemon bars (D2′s favorite), and otherwise we were very low key. We don’t really do the big, fancy gifts or anything. So in the morning I went out with some friends, and walking back to the car after wards I passed a used bookstore. I’ve passed this particular bookstore many times, and have never gone in, and I actually walked by it at first, but then for some reason I had this compulsion to go in. There is a book my sister-in-law recommended to me, so I went to go check out if it was there, and sure enough it was. I brought it up to the cash, started to pay, when I happened to glance over at a fairly messy pile of books next to the counter, and right on top was Northern Lights.

That probably won’t seem very significant to most people, but I had to do a double take. You see, D2 really wants to read the series. The first one is known as The Golden Compass here in North America. Northern Lights is the original title in the UK. Apparently the North American one has been edited, and D2 wants to read it in it’s original form, but it’s only available from the UK. We’ve talked to a few bookstores and none were able to order it for us. We could have got it from AbeBooks, but never did. So seeing it there, on our anniversary, in a bookstore I almost didn’t go into, it seemed like a sign or something. I presented it to D2 when he got home from work, and he was thrilled. He opened it up, and lo and behold, there is Phillip Pullman’s signature on the title page. One of the cheapest anniversary gifts I have ever got him, but I think one of the best.

And what did I get? Well, partway through the day D2 tells me (via MSN, we chat on it when he’s at work) there’s a weird message on our voicemail and he can’t even understand the name of the shop and they asked for someone with a similar name to him. So I pick up our phone (the ringer is off which is why I didn’t hear it ring and it went to voicemail, D2 gets the voicemail messages to his e-mail), and the caller ID says Browns the Flo… So I said, “Think it’s Brown’s the Florist?” I check the message and it’s someone asking for D2 to call them back. D2 hadn’t understood a word of the message and had just deleted it. When I mentioned the florist D2 started cursing. I’m oblivious. What would most girls think on their anniversary when a florist calls for their husband? Probably that the husband bought them flowers… Me? I wondered who was sending D2 flowers (after all, they asked for him, not me!). My sister had just got flowers at work from her boss for doing a good job, so I thought maybe D2′s work had done the same. Somehow, D2′s cursing didn’t tip me off. The saddest part is that I was always considered the “smart one” in my family… (Obviously, I’m not. My sisters are all brilliant.  I was just best at lying my way through school and getting into the teacher’s good graces so they would refer to me as the smart one.)

So needless to say, I got a gorgeous, huge bouquet of lilies, sunflowers, and daisies later in the day. And D2 has learned that when he wants to surprise his wife, he should probably give his work number instead of his home number and not mention the message to me…

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