I took a half day off so I could go home early and prep.
But everything was against me.
My killer heels snapped and my dress was too slutty and my necklace was cutting into my neck and my bracelet couldn't clasp. I decided to fuck it and leave but the chipped nail polish on my toes were bothering me so I had to paint my nails and when I stained my flesh, I remembered I wasted all my remover on the floor stain three days back and so I HAD TO BUY A NEW ONE.
MY NAILS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME GODDAMN.
Obviously I wasn't in a good mood and Gabriel kept calling and calling me, while I completely ignored the phone and at one point, screamed "FUCK YOUR RINGING" at it. At my phone. An inanimate object. Yeah I have no control of my rage.
But he was endlessly patient and tolerated all my bullshit, choosing instead to pull me into a loving hug the minute he saw me, telling me how lovely I was. My God I am blessed.
We headed over to the venue:
Told you I wasn't understating the sluttiness of said dress.
The dinner was fine. It was more interesting watching the videos they prepared for us. Gabriel actively looked for his cameo. There was one, but it was his back view and when he finally turned, the scene got cut off lol. He was so upset.
Then another time, they invited all the March and April babies on stage to celebrate a joint birthday. He was pleasantly surprised and stood up but they changed the announcement to February and March instead, leaving him to adorably pout as he sat his ass back down.
His commanding officer spent a long time talking about their upcoming long sail and I was mighty grumpy. I was pouting throughout the entire speech and he had to keep pushing my face into his shoulder as he stroked my head comfortingly.
His superiors descended on our table to talk about him afterwards. From what the assortment of them says, Gabriel is apparently a smart man who avoids work whenever he can but picks up tasks fast, and eats a lot. I'm not surprised.
One of his officers started tlaking about longer sails. Gabriel instinctively whipped back to check my reaction and upon seeing my face scrunch up, he pointed me out to his officers, laughing and saying, "See, look at her face! She cannot approve one!"
My idiot man.
We ended our courses and headed home, where we had the liveliest love in a while.
The bed frame was being a noisy bitch so he stopped midway, brushed me off the bed and in a fluid motion, lifted the 32 kg heavy mattress and easily dumped it on the floor. Fuck that was so sexy, I still can feel my ovaries weeping.
After that, I told him about how in one of the videos about how sailors sail in peace because they know they have their family behind them. The heavyweight line was "with you, I am Steadfast". I thought it was bloody brilliant.
We cuddled because I kept asking for love. I asked him why he loved me today and he asked back, and I said, "because you tolerated me" and he broke into such a dramatic relief.
He said it took everything he had to not lose it on me for abusing my tantrum on him. He had to keep taking deep breaths and drink his coffee. And he kept going on about how glad he was that I appreciated his tolerance. My poor darling.
He had Dota so he tended to it while I finally, finally, finally fell asleep!
In the morning, I had Energize with my sister at Strala.
My fucking alarm was blaring every 5 minutes and I forgot Gabriel had no work. So I had to grumpily leave my sleeping baby, on top of being lethargic from sleeping so late last night. I dozed at every possible pit stop on my way there.
The class is Energize but because we had a couple of new students, Su converted it to a yoga stretch/ yin yang class instead, which effectively meant I tried to snooze at every one minute pose holding we did.
I didn't know the extent of my sleepiness till we got into shavasana. I fell dead asleep and couldn't hear the instruction to rise and get into a seated position. My sister tired to flick a rubber band at me and when that didn't work, she quickly reached over to shake me up lolol.
No more shavasana!!!
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