I'm taking a cue from Newmama and gonna try to report the facts without too much philosophizing...
After I logged off of here on Thursday night and started getting ready for bed, Mr. A called me. He was really feeling sorry for himself and just wanted my kindly ear to listen and sympathize.
What's so weird is that I spent time on Bombaversary and the days leading up to it being mad about what a great, free life he has now and how he totally screwed me over. Then he called to tell me what an awful life he has! There must be some kind of lesson in there...
Then I went up north with my sister. My favorite hotel only had one room left, so we took it. It happened to be one of the Honeymoon Suites - king-size bed with in-room jacuzzi. I have fond memories of staying in a similar room with Mr. A, but oh well. F* it - I enjoyed the jacuzzi!
Love love love that hotel. You walk out of the room's sliding door and you're on a private beach at Lake Michigan. Every room has a fridge, microwave, coffee maker, lots of cable channels, etc. Plus a private patio! Then the hotel also has an awesome indoor pool and hot tub, and they have a great sunroom (called the breezeway) where you can get breakfast in the morning, including waffles!
