Worst Part of the Day - We were supposed to go out to dinner with another couple (we were going to bring our kiddos along as it was going to be an early dinner and then they would go to a movie and we would head home. This was our "best effort" as we couldn't get a babysitter.) But then the other couple's kiddos didn't want to go to her mom's and so the woman half of the couple calls (Erik is at the gym) and says "why don't we just go to dinner and a movie?" And I say "okay". Well it turns out that she didn't discuss this with her husband - she just TOLD him that was going to go on. So their date night turns into - a girls night. Erik was really annoyed saying "that is BS that she did that to him." But I'm thinking "I didn't do anything wrong!" Ugh. It makes me feel bad - but I do so want to get out!
Best Part of the Day - So we are at the restaurant and we're waiting at the bar for our table. I order a beer (a Guinness - deeelish!) The bartender says "can I see your ID." "OH SURE," I say with a big smile. "No problem." She takes the ID from me, looks at the birthdate and (I swear) gasps loudly and puts her hand over her mouth. "Ohhhh," she stutters. "I NEVER would have guessed ... oh sorry! I had no idea." So she thought I was a twenty-something and is now astounded at how elderly I truly am? Hmmmm - I'll take it!
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