"A"

In case you were wondering, 
           today is my anniversary. 
In case you were wondering, 
           my husband did not remember.
In case you were wondering, 
           he is out of town, 
           for the 3rd anniversary in a row.
AND, if you want to know if I am giving him the cold shoulder, 
           over the phone, 
           YES, I am. 
But it should be noted, 
           I will get over it, 
           and I still love him.
AND, I'm going to buy the ticket to spend a weekend in Atlanta with my Sister even though he doesn't think it's a good idea because we need oil changes and new tires for my van. 


So there. 


I'm taking myself on a date tonight. 
I have a movie pass that expires today.  
The sitter is coming over in an hour. 


Also, this morning as I was unfolding the stroller, to shlep all 3 kids to Beckham's Dr. apt, 
a big letter "A" tumbled out.  
This 2 ft. tall "A" happened to be from Home Goods, 
and happened to NOT have been paid for.  
That's right, I shop lifted an "A" and it has been sitting in the back of my car since Tuesday.  
I am thinking that I picked it up to look at, set it down on top of the sun shade to answer my phone and calm the screaming baby, and then Marley collapsed the sun shade, and I never thought of the "A" again.  
Until this morning while running late to the Drs.
So, after the Drs. I drove over to Home Goods, pulled into the handicap spot, ran in the doors holding the infamous "A", and stuck out my arm to the nearest associate, waving her over, shoving the "A" at her while at the same time spitting out, 
  "I shop lifted this "A" on Tuesday while here with my kids and I     just found it this morning. I'm humiliated. So Sorry."
I then turned and left.  
And drove off.


Next stop was Costco, where we walked around for an hour to kill time before I had to drive downtown to another Drs. apt for Becks.  
We bought nothing but hot dogs and smoothies.  
I enjoyed the air conditioning, and I let the kids touch all the toys and books.  
When we got out and loaded back into the car, Becks had to pee.
I got out and opened his door, and before I could step out of the way, he aimed and fired, soaking my leg with the contents of his bladder.


It was awesome folks.


After my anniversary being forgotten, 
waiting in a Drs. office with 3 kids under 4, twice, 
shop lifting an "A", 
and getting peed on,
I had to laugh. 


Happy Anniversary.
Wish me luck tonight, this is my first date with me in awhile.