I just want to tell you how fate wanted me to have a sucky weekend.  And ALMOST won.

So, Bryan and I decided to have a date on Friday night.  But, I’ve had the worst nausea for the past few days, and it had really come to a head on Friday night.  I was feeling MIGHTY poorly.  It’s so rare that we actually go out, however, and he was so psyched about it, that I sucked it up.  He kept asking me why I kept taking long, deep breaths.. it was to keep my bile down.

So we went to Ruby Tuesday’s (yes, perfect for the not-so-solid of stomachs), and I picked at a salad while he wolfed down a chicken sandwich. (He’s been very good about eating grilled, to his credit.) Then, we decided to go to a movie.. until we got there and realized there was nothing we wanted to see.  So then.. we did the most awesome thing ever.. we went bowling!  This was a LOT of fun, and he’s a pretty good bowler.  I was proud of myself, too.. I am ultra competitive, but I know I’m lousy at bowling (I’ve bowled an 11 before), but I bowled an average of 87.. not too bad!

Then we went home.  And I was S-I-I-I-I-I-I-C-K all night.  He slept.

When I finally felt comfortable enough to lay down in bed, it was 5 a.m.  Our splendiferous idea of locking out all of the animals and sleeping in (to a glorious breakfast made by Chez Comer) were dashed.  He let me sleep until noon, where we went back to my house and I slept some more.  I felt better (not 100% yet, but on the road there), when he sat across from me on the couch and threw another loop my way:

B: I’m sorry you’re so sick today.  I had plans.

S: I didn’t know about any plans..

B: No, I know.. they were gonna be a surprise.

S: What were they?

B: I thought we’d go ring shopping.

::cue all the color vanishing from Sarah’s face::

S: What?

B: Oh, shit.

S: Like.. um.. what.. uh.. what kind of rings?

B: You know.. rings.  I need to know what you’d want.

And so, then, suddenly, I wasn’t as sick.  We went to Parkway Place and visited the jewelry stores.  We spent most of our time in Kay’s Jewelers, where I was surprised about something: bigger rings look stupid on my hand.  I tried on a 3 carat ring (appraised for $16K.. WOW), and it just made me look mafia.  So a smaller ring was what I picked out.

.. wow.  I just said that.  “.. what I picked out.” 

Now it’s a whole new kind of queasy.