(insert "awww" here)

Anniversary story time.

So, Tyler gave me his mother's beautiful ring. A ring that says (to me, at least) I hope you think of me every day, just look down. A ring that says I love you, and I'm not going anywhere any time soon. Promise ring isn't the correct term, though that's what we've deemed it, but really it's just a reminder ring. A reminder that I'm with somebody that loves me. A pretty gold rose reminder that somebody loves me and I them.

Also, he did his usual Tyler Waits romantic whimsy filled Tyler stuff. A dozen roses leading to him sitting with one for me in a full on suit, handkerchief included. (Me, being the sweet girl that I am said "You watch too many old movies, sir"). We had a very tasty sushi lunch. (Yes, I made him change into regular clothes...in case you were wondering).

Then he went to rehearsal and I thought...okay...shit. Now i have about three hours to put together something wonderful for him.

Side note: I am not at all a very romantic person when it comes to special occasions. I was raised on the system of trying to find a really perfect gift and writing a really nice, long card. But, no big hoopla or production ever, really. I'm just not very creative in that way. But I felt that for this big occasion, I needed to think like Tyler. He deserved something as grandiose as all the many different things he's put together for me on birthdays and Valentines day, etc. So...back to the story...

I get him a few gifts and I'm driving home all pissy because I still haven't thought of some fun way to tie them all together. Then, I get an idea to put little customized silly poems on each saying why I bought them for him. And I was like...okay....but that's not enough.

Then it hit me. I was going to make a store.
(haha)

So I made a sign saying "Welcome to Kelsey's Anniversary Emporium! Come on in for great deals!" and I posted it on my front door.

Then I set up little isles (that may be the wrong spelling for that word?) to go to different departments of the store. They were these:

-Candy: His two favorite candies hanging on the wall
-Men's Apparel: A black Express v-neck because he lost his and it was his favorite shirt
-Home Decor: A custom made frame I fashioned together with a picture of us and a sweet message
-Electronics: A mp3 player because his iPod was stolen out of his car because I forgot to lock his door (I know, I suck)

Plus, all the above had the aforementioned poems on them explaining the reason for the purchase.

He seemed to really like it, and I was honestly proud of myself for not just wrapping the presents and saying "here you go!" like I normally do. This way, it was more anniversaryish.

Twas' a lovely day that I felt like sharing.

Did it make you gag? Did it make you say aw? Did you even read it? Who are you?

-Kelsey

Hang on,

I'm going to go make a cup of coffee, I'll be right back.

Okay, I'm back.
Thanks for waiting.
Yes, I did put too much milk in my coffee, but hey. I'll deal.

It's been a festive couple of weeks, I must say.

The improv show went very well. I was super proud of myself and Heather (the fellow newbie in the performance) because I really felt we held our own amongst a group of champ improv veterans. Any time I improv, I feel like I'm getting more and more past the fear I still kind of have for it.

But yeah, that was a lot of fun. I'd love to sub in with them again!

The weekend of the fourth was very nice. Great to be with family, great to float out in the dirty lake and cautiously tan through a shield of 30 proof. (Hey, after a second degree burn, you'll be wary, too!) And that whole last sentence wasn't even sarcastic, I really do enjoy being in that dirty lake. (Assuming I'm not in it at night, not in it by myself, and not in it without a beer in my hand.)

Me and Addie finally got those tattoos we've been talking about for over two years. I know they aren't great pieces of art, and people don't really know what to say when they see them because they are just three letter words simply written in plain text on our feet. Nothing any tattoo artist would brag about or put in their books. But who gives a fuck? These tattoos (Sea-mine, Sky-hers) commemorate a time (a very important time) in our young adult lives. It represents who we were and how we grew past all that and are still here for each other. It's all very cheesy and Brady Bunch, but hey, it's ours.

Ummmm what else?

Tyler and I are coming up on our one year mark. That's exciting. And crazy. We've hit many rough patches, I've been a huge brat, he's been a slightly smaller brat, but we're still goin'. It's such a comfortable love. I don't want to gush about it or anything, but if I mentioned beer cans in the dirty lake, my amazing and understanding and loving boyfriend probablyyy deserved some kind of shout out. I guess. :)


Oh, and I'm seeing Harry Potter tonight. End of an era, y'all.

Okay, I think that's all the updates I have.

This post was much more upbeat than the previous thousand. Sorry I'm such a snark.

-Kelsey