I'm looking forward to the weekend. Yeah. I. Am. You can not imagine how bad I need a weekend.

Tonight, Ava has a swimming party. Of course, Monkey plans to bring some supper home and hang out around the house. He never wants to take advantage of it being just being the two of us. I'm thinking dinner in a real live restuarant and a movie in a real live theatre. But no. It's "I'll bring some ribs home...and we'll just hang around the house until it's time to go get Ava." So what will actually happen is...I'll go feed the animals. I'll take Ava to the party. He'll come home with supper. We'll eat. He'll go to the living room and watch tv. I'll go to my room and work on my website. Then at 8:45 pm, he'll say..."Are you going to get Ava or am I?" I love my husband. I really do. Sometimes though, he's so predictable.

I want to go home so bad. When I went out for lunch today, I almost drove home. I got confused. I thought it was 4:30 pm. It was weird.

Later Dudettes.