And if anyone hands me a piece of that Kit Kat bar, I'm gonna smack them. Seriously.
I'm not annoyed any more, but two and a half hours ago, I was. I called Hubs a couple of times (in the office, and another couple of times on his cell) to see when he would be leaving work. Of course, no answer on either line. I don't know why it took me a couple of hours to figure it out, but I eventually did. The stinker went golfing!
Now, if I told Hubs that I was going to go grocery shopping and came home three and a half hours later because I decided to hit the mall first, I would expect him to be annoyed. Rightly so, too.
Don't get me wrong. I don't have a problem with him golfing, or with taking a break. But doing so without at least picking up his office phone (he told me his cell phone died... grrr)? Come on.
And I could use a break, too. I know, I've heard his argument - I should be grateful that we can afford for me to stay home. I am. I would much rather stay at home with my boys than go to work every day. But let's be honest. Don't you think Derek Jeter needs a day off every once in a while? As much as Bruce Springsteen loves performing live, I'm sure he needs a break. Heck, even GOD rested on the seventh day, and He's the Almighty.
I think I just need to get over it and take that three and a half hour grocery shopping trip. Perhaps tomorrow?