So one of David’s friends is moving to Chicago next weekend. He and his girlfriend had a “going away happy hour” downtown last night. My lame as balls husband decided to go to sleep at 6:30 so we couldn’t go. I just wanted to get him out of the house so he could hang with his friend one more time before he moves away. I was totally ready to walk out the door and drive and not be a killjoy (even though id be the only one not drinking), I like getting David out of the house to be social.

Geez. He really is lame sometimes.