I'm having a pout now. DH was going to drinks at 5pm.
At 8:30 he still isn't home. He has probably had dinner after I've cooked an enormous tofu curry.
He was out last night too.
I am going out tomorrow night cos I am sick of being ignored. The fortnightly knitty get together beckons! I can go and TALK TO PEOPLE! My god. Imagine that! Real people! I talked to my chiro almost not stop today (apart from breath in, hold, all the way out...) for 45 minutes.
In two nights I will be on the Amtrak on my way to Black Sheep.
Wonder if DH will miss me at all?