Thursday, July 3, 2008

Crystal ball

I just got the "Honey, do you mind if I go out for some beers with some colleagues?" call from my husband. It's not so much that I mind that he is going's more that I WANT SOME BEERS TOO and I can't have any. Bah. Does he not understand that I have been talking to a dog all day long and would kill for some adult conversation? Oh crap. Lightbulb. This is going to be my entire life soon...just substitute squawking baby for dog.

No comments: