So here I sit all dolled up.
Hair done (btw, I love the color LOVE it, almost strwberry blonde), dressed, pearls on, face chisled out, I even replaced the vicks vapo rub with Chanel #5.
I guess my babysitter called when I had Sir Rowland in the shower, I didn't hear the phone, and didn't check the machine.
Yeah the sitter canceled.
I just listened to the message.
Part of me sad, we have not been out in while.
Part of me glad, I am exhausted.
DH all handsomed up, and went to go get a movie for date night at home.
Who would have thought I am at the mercy of teenagers? I thought I had a few years before that happened.