It appears that my date for the evening has abandoned me. My husband had a meeting with a group of his co-workers today and was going to call me around 5:00 to let me know where everyone was going out to dinner and to head on up to McCall (40 minutes north) to meet them. It is now 6:35 and I have heard nada. Zip, zero, zilch. The Big Goose Egg.
He's not ordinarily the type to drop the ball like this. However, I can't imagine that his meeting has run over an hour and a half late. I hope he's okay. I'm sure he's okay, and he'd better have a damn good excuse for not calling me sooner. Instead of a nice, sit-down, I didn't cook it sort of meal, I had two cheese quesadillas and a big ass glass of wine. He owes me big time.