Argh. Today was supposed to be our date night at The Old Spaghetti Factory, to celebrate Bob's birthday. We've been looking forward to it for a long time. We haven't seen much of each other the last couple of weeks. My work, though it's not that many hours, keeps me really busy, but Bob's putting in probably 60 hours a week these days. Sometimes it feels like we're roommates. :( We both live here, but don't get to have family time. Meals are the only time we get to talk. And tonight was supposed to be different. But instead of eating right now, he's up on Tower Mountain trying with a group of guys trying to get the internet to work, and I'm all dressed up and waiting, gifts are on the table. Makes me feel a bit blue....
Thanks for "listening". Had to get it out somewhere...
