flash, stop.

So many people said they'd be at Odin's birthday party.
One lady and her little girl showed up. That's it. After I spent all kinds of money and time making up bags of stuff for all the kids, putting up balloons, making a big elaborate and exciting cake. Needless to say, I'm pretty pissed off.
Odin had fun though. He got to run around with Kathryn, got a bunch of new Play-Doh from her, and fun tools to use with it, he got a Spiderman scooter from me, and Alesha and Emily stopped by [at six-thirty, not at two like they said they would for the party, and not with Autumn either] with a bat and baseball and some shirts and the Spiderman movie for him.
Which was nice.

Though I still have this humongous cake, and Odin didn't get to have the fun-packed kids-all-over party that was expected.

I fucking hate it when people break plans! Why did I put 'RSVP' on those anyway? Obviously in West Virginia that means nothing.
Lesigh.

In other news, I hate it when Jon isn't around. Like, really hate it. I mean, I hate it when I'm exhausted [which is always these days, I'm running on 7 hours of sleep in the past three days] and he's here and I pass out, but I sleep so well on him and he's so sweet with me when he wakes me up, and when we sleep together at night he's warm and cuddly and awesome. We watch nerdy stuff together [lately it's been Avengers cartoons] and he gets so excited. Last night he yelled "Oh my god, they don't know he's Iron Man!" With such enthusiasm that my heart nearly exploded.
We have fabulous sex and cuddle all the time; When he walks past me he runs his hand along my back or whisper-breathes into my ear and I want to scream [but usually can't because we're at work when he does this]...
I love his kisses and how he smells oh-so good, and the way my head fits perfectly against his collarbones, and how he bends to kiss my forehead while we're snuggling, watching cartoons.
He works like I do in the kitchen, messy and all over the place, fast and efficient, checking temps and labelling things like we're supposed to but mostly nobody ever does. I like shifts where we both work because I'm not the only one in the doing-too-much-at-once boat; I have someone to share all the responsibility, someone who helps me make sure everything is accomplished and done properly to boot. And we can secretly meet up in dry storage or the main cooler or by the ice machine for kisses. Sometimes by the prep table, though the camera is likely to bust us for that one of these days.
And I guess the point of my Jon Ramble is that when he's not here all I can think about is how I'd like for him to be.
We're going to take a vacation in August. Ocean City for five days is the plan. It's going to be fabulous, just Jon and me and delicious crab for eating and the ocean. The ocean!

Oh, I'm so sleepy. And my hair is reddish. Darkish Dark-Auburn, new as of approximately six am today. Courtesy of Nida, who is doing my bangs next. Yay! I really need to clean the kitchen. The trash is overflowing, there is cake all over the place, and there is an entire load and a half of dishes. But I'm so tired and achy and have a tinge of a headache and would really rather just sit here and putz around for a bit and then knit something. I want to start a load of laundry too. I have no clean Odin undies, and that's a necessity.

Blah.
BLAH!