Valentine's Day Dine & Dash?

It was supposed to be the perfect romantic date. My husband said he was taking me to a movie in the afternoon & then later that evening he had made dinner reservations for 7:00 p.m.

Now, being the good wife, I told him that I wanted to pay for dinner with my separate account, which I deposit money into from my Ebay & Skin Care sales.

Everything was going as planned, he took me to a cute little 'chick flick', "When in Rome" and then we went home for a while before it was time for dinner.

We arrived at the restaurant a little early and a friend (who is a waitress), that I've known for years (our 21 yr. olds played football together since they were 7) snuck up behind me & gave me a hug. I haven't seen her in a while, we had a few minutes to catch up while we waited to be seated.

Dinner was amazing, (Filet Mignon), & then desert (Mocha Mud Pie). We were stuffed & ready to head home.

The bill came & I reached into my purse to get my credit card...but it wasn't there!

Okay now here is where I need to do a little explaining.

Saturday we had another open house & had to find something to do with our dog for 4 hrs. again. I have a really big purse & always transfer my stuff into a small backpack that's easier to carry when we head down to dog beach.

I thought I had put everything back into my purse on Saturday evening.

But as I continued to fumble through my wallet, I remembered that I had put my license & credit card into a 'secret' compartment so that it wouldn't fall out of the backpack.

The compartment was so secret that I had obviously forgotten to look there while transferring my things.

My husband left our other card at home because I was treating.

That is the moment when you have to make a choice.

Dine & Dash or leave my hubby sitting in the booth while I drive home to get my card.

Hmmm...decisions...what to do?

It's like that cartoon, where the angel & devil is sitting on each shoulder, "Just go, who cares!" "Don't listen to him...that's stealing!"


JUST KIDDING...you know what I did!

It took me about 15 minutes to get home and back. I have to admit, while I was driving I was cracking up, thinking about my poor hubby sitting there alone for 15 minutes while the waitress is probably watching him like a hawk to make sure he doesn't run out too.

On my way back I called him & said, "Hey, you better be really nice to me because if I don't come back, they'll hold you hostage & make you wash dishes or something."

He didn't think it was very funny!

While he was sitting alone in the booth, some former players of his & their parents came walking up, "Hey coach, how you doing?"

He said he felt so stupid, sitting there all alone in the booth on Valentine's Day.

When I got back, I guess he had told our waitress the whole story & she must've gone in the back & told everyone else. My friend came up to the table laughing & said, "Why didn't you guys tell me? I would've vouched for you or paid for it with my card!"

So I guess the last laugh was on me! We headed out to a group of waiters & waitresses all standing there, cracking up & telling us, "Have a great night!"

How embarrassing...leave it to me!

Very romantic don't ya think?!?

Friday-I Survived

After Thursday's incident I wasn't looking forward to Friday. I think that has to be a first, who doesn't look forward to Friday? I pulled into the parking lot and didn't see my boss's car. He must've had a meeting this morning, I thought with a quick sigh of relief. I hurried up the stairs (I'm always running late...it's a HUGE problem for me.) I took a deep breath, opened the door and silence. I asked Marsha, "Where is everybody?" Oh, one of them is headed up to Mammoth and the other one is sick today. Whew...now I only have to deal with the phone calls (much easier than getting ridiculed in person.)

I asked her if he said anything more about the whole box thing, and she said, "He said that he had looked in that office the day before too and never saw the box, either." Hmmm, at least he admitted to something.

He called in and was being really nice.
Boss: Hey, what are you doing?
Me: Oh you know...me and Marsha are just sitting here getting ready to smoke a big fatty and then try to find some more boxes." I couldn't resist...I had to say something because it had bugged me so much that he made me seem like a moron on drugs.

Boss: Excuse me?
Me: Yep...just getting ready to smoke out.

Boss: (Laughing)...Ooohhh okay you girls have fun and whatever you have to do to feel better is fine with me.
Me: (smiling) Okay...let me get Marsha for you.

I usually try to joke about situations when something is tense and uncomfortable. It just seems like making light of everything always makes the situation seem less stressful. It is something I only do in work situations though, at home, everybody just GETS IT from my mouth! But, since I don't want to get fired...I always hold back at work.

Now I'm looking forward to a relaxing, sleep filled (keep your fingers crossed) weekend.