We were all supposed to have a nice sit-down dinner this evening, and I prepared everything, as a family, with the kids, and now WH is 3 hours late bringing them back from their visit with him and told me to scrap it. So sorry. Whatever.
Also, he'd like me to take photos of his live-away apartment (I'm pretty good with a camera), because there is a contest and he thinks he can win some design awards with it. Doesn't think I have a very busy social life so please could I come one night this week. For real!! I can just see him boasting to friends and family about the pictures of his apartment. How humiliating. And he has no clue.
