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Anniversary Fail.

So I totally sucked balls for J & I's first anniversary. I've been so busy with stupid work that I didn't have time to go buy a card, let alone a gift. I started trying to figure something out to do/get for him about 5 days before our anna - so that pretty much left out even ordering something off the net. I didn't have anyone to write on my butt/take a picture to send to him... AND to top all that awesome-girlfriend-of-the-year-award-nominating thoughtfulness, I had to work late. I mean REALLY late - like I didn't get home till 11:30. FAIL.

HE on the other hand, came all the way up to my work and took me to lunch, got me a p.e.r.f.e.c.t., sweet, lovey dovey, mushy card, and bought me a SUPER cute blue and brown photo album...

Ugh. I disgust myself.

BUT, I made up for it last night. I told J I would make him whatever dinner he wanted. At first he said Prime Rib (which made me a little nervous), but then he suggested Filet Mignon, asparagus and baked potatoes. And that's exactly what I made him. I even went to HEN HOUSE to get the steaks, bacon, asparagus, & baked potatoes. We even tried out this little mozerella-proscutto roll thingy for an appetizer. I cooked the steaks wrapped in thick cut bacon out on the grill and it was all ready for him when he got home along with me in my cute cherry apron (and nothing else). So even though I pretty much screwed up our entire 1st anniversary, I think I totally ROCKED the first day of our second year together!!

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