Alpha had her hair done Friday evening. Looks nice. But she didn’t come home for the longest time. Turns out she was the last customer and went out for a drink with her stylist, who is a friend of ours. Fine with me. Except she didn’t tell me beforehand, so I wasn’t sure whether I’d ever see her again – I mean, she was stuck at home with a sick kid for an entire week, she’s two hours late, she could be in Hungary by now.
She would’ve called, it turned out, except it was Gamma’s bedtime and she feared the ringing phone would’ve woke her back up, which is true. Anyway, I didn’t care about her going out, I was just worried, she wasn’t in trouble but I let her think she was because, you know how things are in a relationship…
When she finally got home, I said, “That’s okay, honey, you can just [INSERT TOO MUCH INFORMATION HERE][110101 00101001010010101010 11110101101001011010 1010010100110101010 100101010010101 001010 10010101010 01010010 010101001 010101010011 11011010].
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…and she looked at me and said, “You are *not* blogging about this.”