Not my week

I'm sick. I have a cold. I am the only asshole I know who gets a cold in the summer. Didn't help when we went from 100 degrees to 65 in a span of 2 days. Kevin caught it too... SO....

My illustrious tenth anniversary was spent sneezing, hacking and bitching while watching Alton Brown re-runs.

That's okay- we'll make up for it tonight... OH WAIT... no we won't. He has to work late, and then he is going to meet up with some assclown he worked with while he is here visiting so he can... Actually I don't know what he hopes to accomplish. I didn't give a shit enough to ask.

There is always tomorrow night... DOH! Nope. Tomorrow is softball night, and as much a I love K2- I am not going to go to dinner with a sweaty ass man in cleats who is covered in red clay dust. Nasty.

So, Friday... we'll go Friday. What do you have behind door #3, Johnny? It's a poker game! YES...You, your husband and family will be attending what has been dubbed "The Last Hoorah" before Scott and Heidi leave. It's an all expense paid trip to hangover land! Sounds like fun- but not really the romantic thing I had in mind. The romance should have been taken care of before the Friday night plans... and yet....

Saturday- I dine alone. The Masshole is leaving on a jet plane at 5 in the morning for some classes in the states. He will be gone for a month, and though I am looking forward to the time to get some projects accomplished while he is gone, I do not relish the idea that my last chance to do 10th Anniversary stuff just got toileted.

I am feeling somewhat fucked up the go'tas here. Not that I don't want to go party with our friends- or want him to play softball... but WTF- where's mine? He has offered lunch tomorrow. How romantic- NEH. I am all about consolation prizes and compromise, I just thought that the number 10 was a big fucking deal... Well, it was to me.

Not to worry. It's more a heavy sigh kind of thing than an anger thing... I'll get over it... someday.