I wrote a pitiful, oh woe is me type post the other day about being left out of New Years Eve plans that were being made all around me. And how we were not going to have much to do except sit around and look at each other.
Funny how things change.
My little friend Courtney was invited to go to this Collective Bias Colgate sponsored event in Royal Oak. And she ended up not being able to go. So guess who gets to go instead?
Yep. Me! Oh yeah, and my husband.
We haven’t gone out, as in on the town, on New Years Eve in about 6 years!
The miracle of all miracles, we were able to get our get our sitter…last minute!!
Now I just have to find something to wear that is cute and covers my fat tushie yet looks sexy and bar appropriate! All I know is that I’m going to have to wear double Spanx to suck in the spare tire.
It is going to be super cool and awesome and I can’t wait to tell you all about it!
Look for my tweets and my whrrl story, starting New Years Eve day!
Here’s the thing.
I will never give a virtual high five when someone writes about the fact that they are leaving their husband for another man. And the other man has finally told his wife and he is leaving her.
I don’t care how shitty the marriage is and that the person was going to leave eventually anyways.
I don’t care if the relationship hasn’t been consummated yet.
An emotional affair is just as disgusting, hurtful and vile as a physical one. Actually? It’s worse because you are sharing intimate details of your life and betraying your family and their trust in you.
It absolutely amazes me that anyone can support and condone that type of behavior. What if it was your spouse?
And I also find it fascinating that there is not a single person who gave a virtual bitchslap. Oh wait, I did. Also, a couple other people I know did. Yet, those comments weren’t approved. Because I guess it’s supposed to be all peaches and creme, the whole business of cheating. Physical or otherwise.
It’s not and that situation sucks.
No, I will not go into more detail than this. Unless you are my mother, sister or one of my friends and then I’m sure I’ll get a phone call where I will have to tell you what I’m talking about.
Someone explain to me how all you awesome blogger people find the time to go to all those blogger events all around the country? And who watches your kids?
I’m just curious. I was talking on the phone with another blogger and we were wondering about it.
Not that it matters.
Because, in my world the only place I go is to work and the carpool line.