My super awesome boyfriend called me last night to tell me that there is a Marvel The Dark Tower poster waiting for me at the comic book shop he always goes to. He also told me that all The Dark Tower, The Stand, and anything Stephen King/Marvel posters are mine, because the guys that work there are going to hold them for him so I can have them. Sometimes it is scary how awesome and thoughtful he is. This probably means that when Marvel does N. I’ll get that poster, too. Heh.

Which brings on the guilt, ’cause I’m never creative enough or lucky enough to do stuff like that for him. I don’t even have a cool employee discount, unless he wants a subscription to our local newspaper or the Theatre CT magazine. He’s always surprising me with something, whether it’s a new purse or a Marvel poster of my favorite comic. He’s got capability dripping from the inside of his sleeves, and all I’ve got is a big fat blank. I want to surprise him with something. If it’s the last thing I do, I’m gonna make him just as happy as I was when he told me I have unlimited Stephen King comic book posters to frame.

Sigh. At least I don’t get upset anymore. When he bought my purse for me, I pretty much yelled at him for spending money on me. He told me it was on clearance anyway and I didn’t believe him. Heh.

Ah. I just thought of the perfect thing for him. He might read this, so I’m not gonna give it away.