So my verdict was wrong, 30 minutes after S and D went to school/daycare they called, S had thrown up all over the place. So now we are hanging out at home today, him on the floor w/a puke bucket, me on the couch, watching Transformers. I could watch it over and over....
I am not planning to talk to H again unless/until he comes home tonight and wants to talk.
On a totally unrelated note, my sister called this morning. Seems she has a trip to LA for the Bar Association (she's a lawyer) in Feb. and her H backed out of going with her due to work commitments. So I get to be her guest! We are staying at, get this,
The Beverly Hilton! Yes, in Beverly Hills.
And going to dinner at I think its called Design Studio of the Pacific or Pacific Studio of Design or something like that. And the next night is an outing at SkyBar, which I believe I have read about in my trash-magazines like US Weekly as a big Hollywood Hangout spot.
So yay, H can go out on the town in Kansas City, I will be going out in Hollywood!?!
