Over the long Christmas weekend, Kiefer kept joking about engagement rings. Ha-ha-ha…not funny.
Ok, it was a little funny, but mainly I spent the holiday weekend convinced my boyfriend had definitely been replaced by a pod person.
Inner monologue is in blue.
Exhibit A: Christmas Morning
Kiefer: I think you’re really going to like what I got you.
Me: ::feverishly unwrapping to find a jewelry box that’s too big to be a ring:: But that’s ok because I wasn’t expecting one.
Kiefer: I know it’s not the size box you were hoping for….
Me: ::pause with wide eyes:: Did Kiefer just reference a ring? He never does that…even in jest. Maybe he’s referencing something else and I just have a one-track mind.
Kiefer: But you set a 3-year mark, so I’m going to wait until the last possible moment.
Me: ::wide eyes with a slight eyebrow raise:: Nope. Definitely talking about a ring. ::break eye contact immediately and continue unwrapping:: This is easily explained: Too many late night Christmas cookies = hallucinations.
Exhibit B: Day After Christmas
Me: Tell your mom thank you for the necklace. I didn’t see it in the bottom of the gift bag.
Kiefer: You got necklaces from everyone this year! I guess I should have gotten you a different kind of jewelry. Like something that goes on your finger.
Me: ::wide eyes:: Again? Seriously? He didn’t even twitch or break out into a sweat. Yeah, so, uhhhh…anyways, tell her thanks.
Beware. The pod people are out there.