Please tell me if this is a killing offense.

DH wants to go to happy hour with people from work. No problem. I stay home with Owen and he says he'll be back in about two hours. One hour later (5:30), he calls and asks me if I'd like to bring the boy and go out to dinner. Yay! I'd love to. But he doesn't know where yet--he'll call me when he knows. At 6:00, he has a friend call from her cell phone. No, they don't know where they're eating yet, but she'll call me when they do. So I feed the boy and don't eat myself because we're going out. At 7:15 (!) DH calls and says, "do you want to meet at the pub at 8:30?"

We had lunch at noon. I'm starving and 8:30 is an hour away. And it's too close to Owen's bedtime, considering he's tired and sore.

I say, "No, thanks. I think we're staying home."

Clueless DH says, "Are you sure?"

Feh. If I'd have done this to him, he'd be FURIOUS (and low blood sugary besides). He knew about this event days ago. We could have gotten a babysitter, but he said, "no, I don't want to stay that long."

I'm going to bed mad.

Yes, this is a killing offense. Or at least a whuppin' one, so he learns not to do it again.

Lovely baby Emma. She smiles already!

Cashmere, that's a Le Crueset upside the head offense.

Emma is so. damned. cute. And she looks brilliant in green.

Cashmere, that is a killing offense. Is there someplace that you can order yummy delivery food for yourself from?

Good. Now you can post pictures of your new haircut.

But, it looks awful, 'cause I took a nap, and now I have wings. But, if you can't wait till Sunday (when I'd have party pictures), I suppose I can have Em take some now.

Definitely a killing offense, Cashmere. I'm so sorry!

Beat him with that cluestick like a gong.

Killing offense, most certainly.

"Posing green 5" is her Zombie Impression, I'm sure of it.

Oh my good lord. I just watched "The Surreal Life" for the first time (the first episode with Chyna, Peter Brady, MiniMe, Adrienne from ANTM, and some other folks). Dude. DUUUUDE. That is some of the most fucked up funniest shit I have ever seen. SOOOOO wrong. But dear lord, funny as hell. In a "oh god make it stop" kind of way. Especially when it involved MiniMe. Which most of it did. Also, Chyna is a MAN. WTF?

You were smart to stay home, Cashmere. Don't kill him, though. He's likely stupid from the freedom. He meant well. Called to include you, even. Then had a couple of drinks and didn't have to wipe poop off of anyone's bum.

That said, there's no reason *you* have to be the one to hear Owen in the morning, know what I'm sayin'?

Speaking of which; after I have spent the day at home coping with contractors and decision-making, my husband just called to say he'd be home late.

Moments before I was about to call HIM explaining that we'd better go out for the evening because it was too damned cold. Unfortunately, my daughter took the call.