… in a second helping of homemade vanilla ice cream that finished off the carton.
The husband is very angry with me tonight; without gory details, he has a right to be, but he never reacts appropriately; he’s never had a “small splinter” or a “little headache”. So- my mistake WILL cause the end of the world as we know it, we will never have a moment’s peace, and he will never, ever have any money ever again in his whole life because of something I handled badly.
At the gig, I almost told the bartender not to serve me even if I asked, but decided I did not want to include any part of my employment in either my personal business, or what is going on between me and DH right now.
No urge to drink right now, but dammit, we’re out of ice cream. Guess I’m starting on the cheese next…