I have been invited for cocktails at a friend's house Saturday night. DH has been invited to a whiskey tasting in the friend's husband's converted garage. Considering it is -20C, I know where I'd rather be :D
So I'm going out...for the first time in...hmmm...well it is the first time we've had a sitter since last April and the second time I've been out on my own since then (not including shopping :). How sad am I????
Not that we don't have a social life, she scrambles to assure everyone she isn't a 'nae mates, sad b*****d' as they are affectionately known in Scotland--it is just our social life usually involves the kids.
Please God don't give me a hangover--I'm too old for that!!
So, we're stepping out, baby.
As an aside I still have poop issues. My bitch (I mean that literally) was eating frozen poop in the garden?? My son emptied his poopy potty down the toilet, but missed??? I found more mouse poop in the spare room. Why am I surrounded by poop??
As an another aside--never leave pear juice on the table where your DH might pick it up and drink a whole pint--not good.