2007-03-14 - 10:22 p.m.
So last Saturday, when for some reason I was feeling totally depressed and I wanted to go to the bar that night, after I cooked dinner, gave the kids a bath, brushed their teeth and read them a story and put them into bed, AFTER I did all this stuff. So I mentioned it to Chance and he says, "Well, my mom can't come up here and watch the kids tonight". So stupid me says, "Well why don't you just let me go down there by myself and a have like 2 drinks."
You would've thought that I had just asked to have sex with 3 men, right there on my kitchen floor. WTF? He told me under no circumstances and I allowed to go the bar by myself. That every man in there would be hitting on me. Does he really think that romping around with some sweaty guy several years younger than me, in the back of a truck sounds fun to me? Okay, maybe 10 years ago, but now I'd just get a cramp.
Does he think I don't get hit on anywhere else? I get whistled at while pumping gas, and it makes me laugh 'cause I think, Don't you see the 3 carseats in the back? But I just accept it as a compliment. I get checked out at Wal-Mart too ya know.
I'm not being conceited, but it just kills me that according to my husband as soon as I walk through the door to the Mokane Bar that I'll jump on the bar and start dancing and striping for quarters for the juke box. (I did dance on the bar once and he made me stop when people started holding up $ bills.) He then made me leave the bar and I learned my lesson. If I want to stay late and have a good time, don't get on the bar and dance.
Anyway, he is taking me out on Friday, I hope. Instead last weekend we went out on Sunday. Who the fuck goes out on Sunday? Well, we did, out to dinner and then guess where? Wal-Mart. Yup. But hey, I took my bottle of wine from home, drank while he drove and by the time dinner was out of the way and we went grocery shopping, I was nice and toasted. I think I tried on hats and got lost in the frozen food section. But then we came home and had shower sex. Which I why I think my knees are killing me.
Okay, I'm off to bed.
