I know that when I say I typically sleep until two or three in the afternoon on Saturdays, it makes it seem like I'm a lazy blob of a human being. But I usually do, and I'm not. I have awful insomnia during the week, probably brought on by stress or over-thinking or homesickness or all of the above, so Saturday mornings/afternoons are the one chance I get to make it up. But this morning, I woke up at eleven.
I feel jipped! So I made it a productive afternoon instead, and now I don't know what to do with myself.
Did I ever mention that I bought Chris a Keurig? Probably not, since it was a secret until yesterday. He's started drinking coffee, who knows why, and wanted a coffee maker. We have Keurig's back in my US office. I'm not a coffee drinker, but I do like hot chocolates and chais and mochas, all of which Keurigs make. We discussed getting one when I get back, but Chris is the kind of person who doesn't like to spend money on frivolous things. I decided to buy one for him and have it shipped. I got him a "starter package" with three different kinds of black coffee.
He left for Canada with a friend yesterday and missed the surprise shipment by about half an hour. Rats! So I had to tell him so he could call his mother to have her stop by our house and put the package inside.
I probably also never mentioned he was going to Canada. He and his friend are big Reds fans, and I guess there's some thing going on at the baseball HOF this weekend. No, that's not in Canada, but it is in New York. So they went up to Niagara this weekend for a few days of casino gambling and seeing the sights, and then they're going to Cooperstown. They're coming back Monday morning.
It almost bugs me that Chris likes Niagara so much. How many times can you see a giant waterfall before it becomes unexciting? I think twice. I've been there six times now and I don't have the desire to go back. Plus, Chris likes to stay in Canada and I find that area so tacky. It's overly touristy, way too overpriced, and all he wants to do is gamble. I think I'm done with it, so I'm glad he's going with his friend. We've gone twice in the last two years alone, and three times since we started dating. It's time for a new scene for us.
Enough negativity. He's allowed to like what he likes, and he's definitely allowed to do what he wants to do, with or without me. I just wish sometimes that he wanted to try new things, like see a state farter west than Illinois. Yep, that's the farthest west he's ever been.