FH is without pants
We were supposed to go to Jackson Heights yesterday to get him pants for his Indian outfit. He was in the city all day in meetings, so it would've worked out perfectly. (He is normally working out in Suffolk).
Ten minutes to 6 (I get out at 6) he tells me that he's in a bar, 8 blocks + 4 avenues away from where we were supposed to meet up at 6 p.m.
I was FUMING!!!!!!! For real? We had this whole week planned out and Monday was PANTS DAY.
But then I realized...I don't need to be there when he gets this effing pants. He wasn't with me when I went shopping, why do I need to be with him?
Plus, he's at a bar. One of my favorite places! And we never get to hang after work int he city since he works on the Island.
And so...three Maker's Mark & gingers later...plus about ten obnoxious texts to Ilana...my FH is still pants-less.
HE'S GOING ON HIS OWN TO GET THESE EFFING PANTS.
Ha.
Ten minutes to 6 (I get out at 6) he tells me that he's in a bar, 8 blocks + 4 avenues away from where we were supposed to meet up at 6 p.m.
I was FUMING!!!!!!! For real? We had this whole week planned out and Monday was PANTS DAY.
But then I realized...I don't need to be there when he gets this effing pants. He wasn't with me when I went shopping, why do I need to be with him?
Plus, he's at a bar. One of my favorite places! And we never get to hang after work int he city since he works on the Island.
And so...three Maker's Mark & gingers later...plus about ten obnoxious texts to Ilana...my FH is still pants-less.
HE'S GOING ON HIS OWN TO GET THESE EFFING PANTS.
Ha.
