7:04 a.m. - 2007-10-03

So I've learned that snidely telling the person you're going to cook the very first meal you've ever cooked for them in almost a year of being together that you'll just make them a plate and watch them eat (I guess) is not the most appealing thing to say. It's just not particularly good form.

And if you haven't guessed, I'd promised E that I'd cook a lovely meal for him - something that is not exactly my forte. Initially, I'd been looking forward to it, assuring myself that, sure, I could make this fun. But then it got postponed, he actually started asking me when it was going to happen (of all the nerve!) and it became this pending milestone of dread. I even have an idea of what I'm going to make (something I've made with some success before,) and I STILL am not looking forward to this in ANY way, shape or form. We had a huge fight about it last night that brought up all this OTHER, uglier stuff, and now I'm just wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

So as it stands, we both went to bed angry last night and I have to stop at Wegman's on the way home to assess their diver scallop situation.