Today my husband went to work all day. I puttered around the house. We had a great date night planned and made it so far as to have dinner with friends at a lovely restaurant in Virginia Beach. The food and company were great.
Then Mark decided that we were somehow going to squeeze in feeding horses between supper and the movie in the middle of a huge lightning storm. This means getting muddy and soaking wet. Not being a person who likes have impossible situations tossed into the midst of carefully planned date nights, I was a bit miffed. By ‘a bit’ I mean ‘hugely’.
We came home. He did his chores. I ignored him, mostly. We went to my son’s house for a few minutes and then came home and went to sleep. Yes, I was still ‘a bit’ miffed and slept just fine, thank you.