Our Time

It finally came...Our Time. The time when BF and I always get together with friends for a weekend of enjoying the great outdoors free from responsibility. It was great! We work well together. He always has an agenda and timeline in his head of how he wants things to go and when I'm slacking he says just the right things to get me back on track, instead of nagging me and making me mad. He'll start to go through a list of what we need to pack or do and I'll tell him I've already done it. We haven't really had any arguments yet since we started seeing each other so I took note of what happened over the weekend. We got on each others nerves but always seemed to laugh about it and apologize right away if we got snippy at each other. On Saturday I was mad at him because he'd been playing bags for hours without stopping and I'd asked him to start grilling dinner so it would be ready in time for the whole campsite to eat together. Tired of waiting, one of the girls and I began preparing the food. Then I went over to ask him what else needed to be done before he could grill and he starts telling me what spices to put on the food. I said to him, "You know, you're really annoying me right now." He just laughed, "Yeah, ok." So I said, "I'm serious. You are." Then his face dropped a little and he got a look of disappointment in himself. "Really? Why?" he asked. ...I answered him calmly, "I've been asking you to do this and you just keep playing. I don't see why you need to keep playing bags after you've been winning for 4 hours already." He thought for a second and said, "I'm sorry...Ok. Let me finish this last game and I'll come over and cook dinner." and he gave me a kiss. It was the most simple clean argument I've ever had! I was so proud of us for dealing with it so well! Granted, it was so minuscule that it probably doesn't count but it felt good.

Then on Sunday... some time in between roasting marshmallows, downing SoCo, running in from the rain, and waking up in different clothes than I'd had on before...he and I tried to get busy in the truck. I have bruises all over my legs and thighs from trying to maneuver my body on top of his in the drivers seat. The steering wheel, gear shift, and whatever else must've been poking me from all directions! The sudden thunder storm must've added to the intoxication because I can't remember anything after running from the fire toward the tents, and apparently in my passionate drunken stupor I said something totally absurd. "Babies! Give me babies!"

....um...WHAT?!!! Am I insane? Where do these things come from? I must've sounded like a lunatic! Who says that while mounting their man in a pickup truck? That is the most white-trash thing that could possibly happen! I was so utterly embarrassed the next day when we woke up and he just laughed and muttered..."babies". The funny thing is he wasn't freaked out at all. When he actually woke up and got out of the truck I'd been up for a while. He put his arms around me, held me close, kissed me on top of the head and said, "Its ok...I'd make babies with you any day, Babe."