I'm actually glad the week has started, which is unusual. Usually I despise Mondays with an unmitigated passion. But...now I can stop feeling sorry for myself because I missed Phoenix.
My husband - and this is *very* odd and yes, he was completely sober - actually *enjoyed* his Saturday "can't miss business thang." He's been to a *lot* of absolutely pointless "I can't believe I gave up an important weekend for THIS!!!" business things and at least this one wasn't. He also got a little "thank you for your Saturday" cash bonus...which the nice people repairing the transmission on our car will appreciate. (One of these days one of those surprising "thank you bonuses" will show up during a time when we don't need to spend it on something practical and we shall party...as much as we personally ever party, that is.)
He *did* pick up "colossal" shrimp on the way home Saturday night and cooked them to absolute perfection for me to make up for a screwed up weekend. (Damn, I love colossal shrimp!) He also vacuumed the entire house Sunday morning. I'm making out like a bandit from his guilt over screwing up Phoenix. I should be ashamed and I have a note to be ashamed as soon as possible.
I'm very glad that all of you are back and can be posting more regularly now. Missed all of you guys.
