- He did not turn in the payroll information for his employees, and thus for him, to his accountant last week, so nobody got paid this week, which I realized when I was buying groceries. Thankfully, I thought of this *before* I tried to use our debit card, because we had $30 in that account. But I was mostly angry about his poor hourly employees, and the trouble he could get in with labor laws for pulling crap like this.
- He offered to run to McDonald's to get some dinner for us, because even after grocery shopping, nothing in the house sounded good. I asked for a medium fry, medium Coke because I knew I would be eating later. He brought me a small fry, large Coke. And I know it may sound picky, but *somehow* Coke out of a medium McDonald's cup actually tastes better!
- I had pre-heated the oven to heat up some artichoke dip and had the dip made up, sitting in a dish on the stove, along with some bread I was going to broil after the dip was warm. When the oven signaled it was pre-heated, I started to get up to put the dip in the oven, but DH jumped up to help and said he would do it. I called out to 'leave the lid on' and I would check on it after awhile. So, awhile passes and I decide to go check on the dip. He says Do you think the bread is done? Somehow he thought the dip was done, and I only needed to heat up the bread, which was now dry and overcooked, sitting beside a very cold and raw artichoke dip.
Thankfully, I had other plans for last night - Girls Night In! at my friend L's house - so I didn't have to just b*tch all night about things that in the grand scheme are really insignificant but when put together into one day seem like a pattern of ineptitude.
DH was going to hit golf balls while I was gone.
As I was leaving, I noticed that it was lightning, so I called DH and suggested he choose to *not* hit golf balls in the storm. He argued with me a little bit, so I gave up and said, Fine, if you get electrocuted and die tonight, I will just tell your boys that you were selfish and refused to listen to me when I warned you about the storm. I kid you not, the tornado sirens went off not 20 minutes later. And I got a text Good thing I didn't go to the range. Those sirens would have freaked me out. Love you! I was just relieved he had taken my advice. It may have sounded like I was being overly cautious at the time, and the lightening looked far away, but why risk it?
Anyway, the night got SO much better from there. Girls sitting around a table, stuffing our faces, them drinking adult beverages, me enjoying a crisp cool 7up. And I got more baby stuff, some borrowed, and some gifts. And I didn't come home until after 11, for which I had to sleep in this morning. And I mysteriously didn't care about the fries, the Coke, the dip, the bread, or the money when I got home. Those fabulous ladies were just the therapy I needed to get me out of my funk!