With every door that closes a new one opens up. This week/weekend was pretty much a door slam, triple, double deadbolt lock it up kinda event.

Finals. Two of 'em. Kinda kicked my ass. I'm a good student, but holy hell. Not my week. Three papers. Boo ya bitches. All three done before the due date, I'm a word wizard when I need to be. HUUUUGE knock 'em out crying screaming fit with my Mom and brother over drug use (his, SO not mine). And the whipped cream and cherries on top? My awesome fantastic couples weekend in which my best friend, her fiance and the Chief and I would be going to the cabin, sitting by the fire, having a few drinks and just hanging out. Not to mention TWO nights of falling asleep and waking up with the Chief? Cancelled. Mhmm, like five minutes before walking out the door. The Chief and K2's pumpkin were unpacked even before the no-go was confirmed, apparently they were more in the know. I remained optimistic and hopeful, not unpacking until hours later when I kinda threw everything out of my bag and curled up in bed. We tried to make alternative arrangements but the boys were unpacked and the Fiance was MAAAAD, and the weather was cold and sucky, and everyone was kinda... not feeling it anymore. So screw that right? Mhmm.

And that pretty open door I was talking about? We're trying to reschedule to a New Years Eve thing. Could be fun? First New Years Eve kiss at the lake, all bundled up and watching snow fall? Could be terribly romantic, and incredible. The Chief and I got to celebrate our Anniversary together. We sat and talked for hours just being together before realizing talking for hours without his car plugged in at -40 temperatures was probably not a good idea so we left earlier than usual, but it was still incredible. And the Chief's Christmas/Anniversary gifts to us/mostly me came in this week. Pretty, pretty jewel. A candy cane made of glass. A slightly intimidating but totally gorgeous red ripple thing, also glass. A postcard from a photographer hand signed with his message. A new play thing for him. He went a little bit overboard, but I love him. In fact I probably love him just a little bit more for going overboard. Show's he cares. *Lol* In fact, those lovely early Christmas gifts are probably what's going to be considered alternative forms of therapy for my slightly miserable and disappointed mood! ;)