Celia Mae's Simple Life

Hello there! How are you? Oh, my name's Celia Mae Watkins. That's right, Watkins, not Wasowski. Not yet, anyway. I'm an Argo College alumnus, and Monday through Friday, you can find me managing the office at the local family medical practice. The ring on my finger? Oh, that's because I'm engaged to my Googlie Bear, Mike Wasowski. We don't know the date of the wedding yet... but I've been working on planning it for, well, a few years.

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At Home on a Friday Night || Celia and Mike

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"You don’t have to worry about me, Schmoopsie. There will be no weaseling out over here," he promised with a twinkle in his eyes. "I’ve already got the ol’e noggin thinking of ideas." While this was true, most of his ideas were much too expensive. Hiring a plane to spell out Celia’s name in the sky might need to be put back in the vault for when he became the multi-millionaire he was destined to be one day. 

For now, something simple and from the heart would have to do. Hmm. 

"Whatever you’d like to do is fine with me, Schmoopsie." Whatever they watched, Mike was almost certain he wouldn’t be paying much attention. He just had to come up with a good surprise for Celia so she wouldn’t get angry with him again. The smile that lit up her face made his heart skip a beat, and he just had to kiss her cheek again. So he did. 

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There wasn't any question, Celia thought, that he was coming up with ideas -- or at the very least, trying for the moment. If she knew Mike, he'd get distracted in the next ten minutes and wouldn't think about it again until practically the last minute. It was a pattern, one she'd been aware of for years. And years.

The problem was, he could distract her as easily as anything, which happened to frustrate her more than almost anything. How was she ever supposed to be stern and hold her ground if he could sway her so easily? His second kiss prompted a sigh, and though she tried to pout about it, she couldn't help but smile instead.

"In that case, we'll clean out some of our DVR. It'll make me feel productive at the same time and I need to feel productive right now."

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At Home on a Friday Night || Celia and Mike

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"A surprise?" Now why hadn’t he thought of that? Well, he hadn’t thought of taking her out in the first place, so maybe that had something to do with it. No matter. “If it’s a surprise my Schmoopsie-poo wants, a surprise she will have." He smiled her way praying he didn’t have broccoli in his teeth as he did so. Casually he swiped his tongue over his teeth and… damn it he did have broccoli in there. 

Nice going Wazowski. He dropped one of his chopsticks on purpose, and as he bent down to pick it up he picked his teeth as best he could. Of course he probably spent way to long down there so his efforts weren’t as subtle as he would have hoped, but Mike hoped the effort was appreciated. Once the broccoli was gone, Mike settled himself once more in his chair and gave her another smile. “I want you to clear your calendar for tomorrow night, Schmoopsie, cause it’s going to be a night you’ll never forget." He had no ideas for a romantic evening, yet, but Mike had no doubts that he would come up with something.

Hoping that their little argument was over, Mike took a chance and leaned towards Celia, giving her a quick yet loving kiss on the cheek. 

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Mike oozed charm, as usual. It was really the charm that attracted her to him in the first place. He usually didn't turn every head in a room or anything like that, because if Celia were being honest, he was probably one of the goofiest people she'd ever seen, especially with all his cheesy jokes and the faces he liked to make.

The pout remained but it lessened slightly as he grinned at her. She quirked a blond brow in response, noting the piece of broccoli silently and thinking about how simply Mike that was, to beam at her with something stuck in his teeth. A very soft huff escaped her and she rolled her eyes, trying her very hardest not to reward him by smiling, even though it came as an impulse. To combat the instant desire to forgive him, she reminded herself that Mike wasn't always the most reliable when it came to followthrough, which probably explained why they'd been dating for nearly a decade.

"All right," she groaned with a roll of her eyes. "But if you try to weasel out, Michael Wazowski, I swear, I'll--"

But without much warning, he ducked under the table to retrieve his chopstick and Celia heaved a sigh, cupping her chin in her hand and leaning heavily on the table in front of her. It was these parts of Mike that drove her absolutely bonkers, but made her increasingly fond of him at the same time.

Which was probably why she couldn't help the smile that broke out on her face when he leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.

"Oh, Michael," she huffed, though it was clear she was finished being angry. After taking another bite, chewing, and swallowing, she added, "Should we watch a movie tonight or try to cut down on our DVR recordings?"

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At Home on a Friday Night || Celia and Mike

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And there it was. The pout. Mike knew it very well, but that still didn’t diminish its effect on him. He smiled her way and began to unpack the food. “You know, Celia,” he said, “you sure look cute when you pout like that.” It was probably the wrong thing to say, but Mike couldn’t help it. But it wasn’t like he wasn’t listening to what she was saying. 

Obviously she was very very upset by not going out as much as they used to. Mike might be dense sometimes, but he wasn’t stupid, though he did wonder if maybe he should have exaggerated his bird pooping story so that the bird pooped on him instead of his car. Maybe then she would have at least cracked a smile. Clearly she was too angry to even chuckle, so something would have to be done. Mike mentally went over his calendar for the weekend. Sunday was his night to unwind for the upcoming week, and changing that routine was un-negotiable. So it looked like if they were going to go out it would have to be Saturday. Inwardly Mike groaned. They were showing The African Queen on TCM that night. Humphrey Bogart was Mike’s favorite actor and he never missed watching his movies, but the look on Celia’s face made Mike think otherwise. I’ll just have to tape it, he thought. Hopefully he could figure out how to work the DVR so he wouldn’t have to ask Celia how to do it… again. 

“I was just thinking we could talk about where you want to go out tomorrow night,” Mike said simply, taking a bite out of an egg roll. “But if you’d rather we talk about the bird poop, that’s fine with me. You know, it was really hard to clean off by the time I could get to it.”

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Always. Always Mike had to be the charmer. Celia couldn't stand it during times like these. It made it so much more difficult to be angry at him! Which in turn made her even angrier, even though that did not make much sense at all. His comment only made her pout deeper, although it certainly wasn't to make him think she was cute. It was because she was upset and she wanted him to know it, but it never seemed to get through his good humor and sometimes she wondered why she even tried.

In her right mind, when she was in a much better mood, Celia would always admit that Mike's humor and charm were a couple of the things that made him so easy for her to love.

Naturally, he transitioned the conversation straight into something that would probably improve the way she felt. She frowned a little, then sighed, her shoulders growing slack. Although she wanted to stand her ground, she knew when she was beaten.

"Of course I wouldn't rather talk about the bird poop," she sighed, sitting heavily down at the table opposite him. It took her a moment to realize that she had no idea where she wanted to go. Spooning some chow mein onto her plate, she quickly thought of something to say. "Call me crazy, Michael, but I was hoping you might want to surprise me or something."

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At Home on a Friday Night || Celia and Mike

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If she wasn’t so mad, Mike would have brushed those curls from her forehead. Gosh she was pretty, even when she got dramatically upset. It wasn’t every woman that could make a man swoon when he got yelled at, and that was why he loved her. Well, one of the many reasons why he loved her. 

“So I take it you don’t want the Chinese food,” he joked, an old habit of his. Of course he took what she said seriously, but Mike taking himself seriously. When tension was high, he had to diffuse it with a joke, though right now seemed like a poor time to do that. “Alright, so you wanna go out, we’ll go out. But not tonight, Schmoopise. I’m beat. Roz has been breathing down my neck, and a bird took a dump on my car! Right on the hood! Oy vey.” Mike plopped down in the kitchen chair and rubbed his neck. “I got the food, so why don’t we just sit and eat and we’ll talk, hmm?”

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Celia wore a pout now, the sort where she tightened her jaw and pushed her bottom lip out as far as it would go. Her thin arms crossed over her chest as she stared back at him, tapping her foot, clearly still distinctly unamused. It didn't seem to faze him from the outside, at least not by normal people's standards, but she knew him well enough to see under that. Unfortunately it did nothing to alleviate her irritation.

"Well, there's no point in wasting the Chinese food," she huffed in response, apparently still unhappy. Of course he didn't want to go out. She didn't expect it, not even a little bit, but that didn't mean it didn't disappoint her anyway. "And anyway, talk about what? What do you have to talk about today, hmm? Anything more interesting than a bird pooping on your baby?"

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At Home on a Friday Night || Celia and Mike

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Wow, okay. This was not the reaction he had thought she would have. “But you like Chinese food,” he stated matter of factly. What was the big deal? So what if they had Chinese last week. If Mike had everything his way, he’d be more than happy to do the same thing every day. Routine was nice. It was safe. Why change things if they were great just the way they are? 

“Look,” Mike started to unpack the food. “I got the sweet and sour chicken, chow mein, egg foo young…. look Schmoopsie, egg rolls! Remember, they were all out of egg rolls last week, so it’s not like we’re eating the same thing as last week! It’s new!”

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Sure, Celia liked Chinese food. She liked plenty of things, but that didn't mean she wanted them repeated in the same routine over and over and over and--

She tossed the dish towel back onto the counter beside her and turned to watch him remove the items from the white paper sack the food from their favorite Chinese joint always came in. Just like last Saturday. A huff escaped her and a few short, blond curls fell across her forehead, making her look even more ruffled than before. "Excuses" was the wrong word for what he was giving her, but it still felt that way. If he wasn't going to marry her in a timely manner, the least he could do was take her out on a date or two!

"It's not new, Mike Wasowski, it's the same as every other week since we've lived in this house together!" Celia Mae through her hands up in the air dramatically. (She often grew overdramatic when she became upset.) "I feel like I never leave this place anymore, and, no, work doesn't count, Mikey. We don't go anywhere, you never take me places anymore."

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At Home on a Friday Night || Celia and Mike

Even the most diligent and hardworking men looked forward to coming home at the end of the day, which meant that Mike was ready to go home the minute he got to work. Luckily it was Friday which meant two glorious days of sleeping in and goofing off, and tonight he was starting things out right with Chinese food for his Schmoopsie poo. He could just hear her now: Oh Googily Bear, how thoughtful! And then she would kiss him and tell him how wonderful he was. It’s good to be me, Mike thought as he turned the key and went inside the small house he shared with Celia. 

“Ooohhhh Schmoopsie Poo!!” Mike called in a sing song voice. “Your Googily Bear is home!” His leg was suddenly attacked by something small and furry. “Hi, Boo,” Mike said to the kitten, which quickly ran away before he could pet her. Chuckling, at the strange behavior of his kitten, Mike found his way to the kitchen to unload the food. “Schmoopsie? I brought Chinese food,” he announced. 

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As usual, Celia Mae Watkins returned to the small, cozy home she shared with her fiancé before he did. The clinic closed at four on Fridays instead of five and she always liked getting an hour or two of cleaning done before Mike got home. He always made it impossible to focus, and although the tiny little kitten streaking back and forth across the kitchen floor also proved distracting, Celia still managed to get more done than she would have with her Googlie Bear there.

Unfortunately it also gave her a little too much time to think things over sometimes. Tonight was one of those nights. Celia supposed that, after being in a relationship for over a decade and engaged for nearly nine years, it made sense to feel discontent in some ways. And it was more than just his constantly cold feet. Mike almost always acted like a hopeless romantic, sure, but that only went so far when he never actually took her out. Especially since moving in together only a year ago, they always seemed to stay in. It felt lazy and Celia didn't like it, not one bit. Every weekend, she held out a little hope, and every weekend, she ended up that much more disappointed.

When he finally waltzed through the door and called her name from the entryway, Celia glanced up from the sink, which was full to the brim with dishes, water, and a thick layer of soap that had found its way up to her bare elbows. She watched Boo race into the hallway, but she didn't follow, instead turning back to her task and remaining quiet, at least for the moment. Maybe tonight, right? His tone sounded so promising -- but then again, it always did.

But before she could even have another thought, her heart sank, almost before she realized what he said. Maybe it was the smell of the takeout that instantly wafted through the kitchen or perhaps it was the sight of the greasy bags hanging from his hands. Her lips pursed and she tilted her pointed chin upward as she turned back to the sink.

"We just had Chinese last week, Mikey," she sighed, reaching for a towel to dry her soapy hands. "Don't you remember? We had it last Saturday. Doesn't that seem a little... repetitive to you? Couldn't we do something new once in a while?"

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