I can dream about you

When I got married, I envisioned wonderful gifts for every holiday, thoughtfully purchased by my husband.  I envisioned an anniversary dinner at the restaurant where he proposed, maybe a nice ring upgrade, other miscellany jewelry, bouquets of orchids, Christmas vacations, etc.

So get ready Lauren, because none of this happens.

• The place where my husband proposed closed two summers ago due to the lame economy.

• My wedding rings need to be re-sized because I have gained so much weight.

• I asked for a Heather Moore necklace with the girls' names on it--still waiting.

• I think I got some flowers from the BP station once.  No wait, they were left over from some event at my husband's office.

Other things my husband can not bother to get me.  Because I have standards in life.

•  Star Wars DVD collection.  We all know he wants it, not me.

• a bike.  I will never bike with him.  Ever.  Because I would have to wear a helmet, and when I was growing up, you didn't have to wear a helmet.  You just had to know the hand signals.

• a fajita maker.  My best friend's husband got her one of these.  She says it works.  But since I already have an omelet maker and bacon baker from him, I think I'll pass.

• a watch.  He gave me a watch when we were dating, and I don't know where it is.

• a pool pass or membership to Lifetime Fitness.  Oh, hold on a second.  He already got me that membership and pool pass.  Thanks.

• a harmonica, a clock that tells me the time in every time zone, or a hand warmer

• slippers

• any bulb that needs planting, or comes planted, but I have to water it and "tend" to it

On with the wedding!