Does anyone else HAVE to HAVE that Halston Heritage dress SJP is wearing? But I digress…
My husband turned 40 last year. For years, in preparation of his mid-life crisis, he had been planning a boys trip to the golf mecca of Ireland. But as the milestone approached, it seemed the world’s financial markets imploded all at once (Bernie Madoff, the sub-prime debacle, free-falling world economies) and the trip was called off. Fast forward to 2010, my husband and his band of merry men flew to Ireland 8 days ago to chase a tiny white ball all through the rolling dunes of Ireland, Iceland’s burping volcano and British Airways crew strike be damned.
The kids and I have been counting the sleeps till Papa’s return – some of us collecting stories to tell him, others shaving their legs and nether regions. With 1 more sleep to go, the anticipation in the house is positively palpable! But today he tells me that his flight, which was supposed to get in at noon, when I could have picked him up in a trench coat and heels (do people really do that?), is now coming in at 7:30PM! Which is right in the middle of the 6:45PM tickets I have for Sex and the City 2!! Opening night! A girls night that’s been planned for months (well a least a few weeks anyways!)!
What to do, what to do? Be a good wife…or a good girlfriend?
I know what Charlotte would do, but I’ve always been more of a Carrie/Miranda cross.
Carrie on! (Sorry Big, I’ll catch up with you later in bed :))