As I mentioned a million years ago, Mr. RH and I celebrated Christmas quite late. As per norm, I blew things out of proportion declaring it the Most Important Christmas Ever, Ever, and therefore was s lightly upset that things didn't go quite as planned.
The gifts were perfect, at least from this receiving end. He picked out these gorgeous turqouise earrings that I absolutely adore. I've worn them multiple times already. (Ok, so maybe I guided him towards these earrings. I think it was worth it though!)
I'm sure he's not annoyed AT ALL that I want to return his Christmas gifts.
He also bought me the only season of Grey's Anatomy that I don't own (and he figured it out on his own, awwwww), a pair of sweats from my alma mater (that are a weeee bit snug. Sweet but this badonkadonk don't fit.), and a bottle of Poo-Pouri.
I have nothing to say about that last one. HUMILIATION.
I bought him a coat and clothes. It was REAL EXCITING for him to open gifts. Notsomuch.
After gifts... the day went downhill.
We drove to downtown Indy and wandered the mall, where I pissed him off and made him sick with my sweet driving skills.
We had a Serious Talk that left me in tears. And left him wondering why the heck I was crying.
We went to dinner at an upscale Mexican restaurant and it was surprisingly... not tasty. Both of us felt weird after dinner.
As we were finishing up at dinner, Mr. RH inadvertently called me fat. Called us both fat, actually, which was even worse. Cue more tears.
He felt like an asshole, I felt like he should be groveling more - which led to a super-fun time browsing the lights in downtown Indy. My dreams of having a sweet picture of us in the lights was dashed. I had cry eyes.
We went to the Zoo to check out the Christmas stuff.... and realized we only had 20 minutes before we needed to leave to grab some stuff at work.
After careening downward on that roller coaster for a few hours, we sat fairly quiet on the way home. By the time we finally got home, I realized that life, much like roller coasters, has it fair share of twists and turns. Some good, some bad.
(Side note: A couple hours after we got home, Mr. RH got The Flu. The real bad kind. The kind that lasted a week and ruined his last week of vacation.)
And despite the fact that it sucked in a couple of ways... it really was a wonderful Christmas. And I got far more than I ever would have wished for.
Even if I was a brat about it.
Nothing new there.