Jeeez. A girl just can't get a break.

Tonight, we had dinner plans with two other couples. One of the couples being a person big in my husband's work community and who supports his salary. We had been trying to plan this dinner for months.

The Other Couple calls and cancels at the last minute.

So ... after some finagling and rearranging and deciding the four of us could go without the other two ... we decide to go ahead with our lovely dining plans for this evening. Reservations at 7:00 pm.

At ten 'til 6:00 pm, I walk into my closet and realize none - NONE - of my summery clothes are there. My husband was supposed to pick them up from the cleaners ... but, apparently not. I call the cleaners. Yes, they have this batch of clothes.

I haul ass, with HDToddler at my side, to said cleaners. The owner sees my panic, helps me load up my car, and off we go to the house to finish getting ready. (and in this process, I have managed to fuck up my eye makeup and hated it entirely all night, but whatever - small details).

New babysitter is coming over at 6:30. She calls at 6:28 and is running late due to Evans being CLOSED OFF. I hate you Colorado road construction!! Jeebus, you people!! Once she arrives and I show her everything she needs to know, I leave a crying HDToddler with her and break for the door ...

.... wearing, mind you, a hot ass outfit. Nice linen slacks and cute linen top, both at the cleaners until 6:00 pm this evening. I rock.

Dinner. WONDERFUL. Good conversation. Great wine. Everything falling into place. We have a lovely dinner, and I am stuffed.

With ten minutes left in our dinner experience, I head to the bathroom. I don't think I can't not pee in the next 20 minutes, so I decide to go now.

GOOD FUCKING THING I DID, PEOPLE.

Blood. Everywhere. How the hell?? I'm on birth control. Not due to change until Sunday. So, a week early. Niiiice. Much appreciated, you dirty bitch. (nice LINEN pants, remember??) I waddle my ass BACK to the table and pray to GOD none of the wait staff see what the hell has become the Red Sea between my damn legs.

Quietly, I return to the table and politely end the dinner, and head to the car.

Oh, and in this very nice place, in a very nice establishment, NO THINGS FOR GIRLS in the bathroom. Oooh, so not very cool. At the car wash I go to, they have those out as a courtesy. AT A CAR WASH, and not a five star joint.

But whatever.

I'm home.

I'm tired.

I'm not laughing .... yet ... but hell, Laurie laughed with me.

So, that's something, right?