Its Joe's and I's anniversary. We've been dating for three years.
Where am I? Working an ICU shift. Joe's at work, too. So much for romantic evenings.
When I've told people that today, Joe and I have been dating for three years, people have seemed to have the same reaction. The reaction between males is surprisingly like that of females-'Really?! Wow! When are you getting married? That's a long time!'
Some people would take offense to being accused of not being near marriage after such a time. But I don't. I know that Joe and I are on the same page and its simply a matter of money until there is a fancy little piece of jewelry on my finger. Now that the Slick Vic isn't so slick any more, it just might be longer...And I'm okay with that. Until May of 2010 anyway. Then all bets are off and Joe knows that.
So tonight, there are no romantic dinners at a fancy resturant. No homecooked meals sure to scare Riley under the couch. Instead its sick horses and hot dogs. (Boy, I wish I had a hot dog right now.)
I've been at school since about 6:15am. Its now twenty till 8. I'll be here till roughly 12:30. Only to be back sometime just after 7am. Its going to be a long night and I just finished my soda. Sigh.
Not much else is going on. I have three patients right now. One post-op colic and the two research horses. They are all pretty good and cool. I sat in on surgery today. No guts or anything. Honestly, it was boring. And I was cold. I can do one or the other but not both. The surgery that I missed yesterday would of been much more interesting, but I was busy with the farrier.
I don't know what I work this weekend but I am planning some more sleeping time. Maybe some time to buy Christmas presents.
I think my feet are wet...
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 12/12/11]
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