Wish me luck. I am going to H boss's party tonight, and will be trying to put on an award winning performance of Acting as If. My keywords are Sparkly and Smiling.
My hair is cut and styled. I have a sweet outfit picked out. The pants show off my tight little yoga a$$ (love that phrase, tvs) Except that I don't do yoga. My derriere has always been one of my best assets, and walking an hour a day five days a week has not hurt
A little journaling: I had a great time at our cookie exchange Sunday. Later that day, we went to get the Christmas tree , and then out to eat at our favorite family restaurant.
H was 98 percent normal in his behavior to all of us. He laughed, he joked, he ate. He bought his usual mistletoe at the Christmas tree lot.
I hung it up in the usual place.
I'm not expecting a kiss, though.
Between our 20th anniversary last week and the Christmas tree expedition, he must be worn out. When he has been home, which has been early Mon and yesterday, he has been upstairs in the cave.
He did call S18 on Tuesday and ask if he wanted to go to a concert with a few different groups playing. S didn't want to go, because he said that said concert would mainly appeal to young teen girls.
But at least H asked. Seems he wants to bond.
S mentioned after that that he felt like he didn't know important guy things because Dad had never talked with him about it. The two things he mentioned were smoking cigars and football. H and family are into football, but the only reason my sons know anything about it is because of H dad.
Today, he walked downstairs and asked if I was going to the party. I said yes, was he going? He said that he had to go, especially since this is his boss's last party before retirement.
He said that he had to get a gift, so I offered to pick one up when I went to have my hair cut. He thanked me when I got back. Didn't mention a word about my hair.
Plans for the weekend: Taking the boys to see the Hobbit movie Saturday. I'm letting H know when we are going in case he wants to join us.
