Bonus Post! Sounds of Hawai'i in Arlington

My boyfriend loves to surprise me.  Incidentally, I love surprises.  We work out really well that way.  I don't know how long he planned it, but since I arrived he's obsessively been checking the mail for "my surprise."  I use the term obsessively pretty loosely seeing as how I only check the mail about once a month.  Anyone that is checking their mail more frequently can be considered to be obsessive in my book.  So, as I was rushing out on Tuesday to get to the game, I noticed that we had a UPS slip on our door.  I thought that seemed odd because I had been here literally all day and had not heard any knocking on the door.  I put the slip inside the house and texted Tom about it.  When he texted me to tell me he was on his way to the game, he said he was able to secure the package.  I didn't think too much of it, but thought it might be my surprise.  When we got home later that evening, I saw remnants of the said package.  There was an empty box in the living room, but I saw nothing else until I went to bed.  Then, I saw, propped up against my side of the bed, a very special little gem.

Yes, he got me a little pink uke for the East coast so I don't have to be bothered with packing mine back and forth.  I don't know how long he planned this surprise but I loved it!  Despite my horrific mood after the rained out game, I couldn't believe he did this for me.  Of course, of course, I cried!  Happy little tears!  What a guy, eh!?

In other news about the game, I just got confirmation for Ericha that we can switch our tickets to August 7th when I will be in town next!  YAHOOOOOOO!!!!!!  I'm going to get my baseball game come hell or high water!