Friday night I met my husband over at our friend’s house. I don’t especially have a high tolerance for alcohol, but I love a good Mexican Martini (If you are ever in Austin, please go to Trudie’s and try one!). After drinking four of them, I could not operate heavy machinery so my husband drove me home. He even stopped and got me a Vanilla Frosty at Wendy’s. I don’t recommend mixing martinis and fake vanilla flavored non-milk based products. I slept soundly Friday night and when I woke up Saturday afternoon, I decided that we needed to go out to lunch, Best Buy, and Whole Foods. On Sunday, my husband wanted to stay in his PJs and not leave the house. I love Sundays like that. We played video games, chugged Diet Coke, and ate nachos. This morning Pete got up and I rolled over thinking I can sleep in. I heard the door open for Pete to leave and then I heard, “honey…Honey…HONEY!”. I am a firm believer that if you pull the covers over your head, you really do disappear into another world. I decide that if it is really that important, he will come upstairs and bring me back to Earth. He trudges up the stairs and says, “Uhmm, I need to go to work but I don’t have a car.” We left his car on Friday and completely forgot to go pick it up over the weekend. How do two adults forget a car?
“How do two adults forget a car?”
You can add two more to that list. Been there. Done that. (or not done..you know what I mean)
Once your in the house for the weekend, that’s it.
I meant “you’re”.