August 26, 2009

So close.

On Saturday, Keene got a call from his drummer, asking if he wanted to go out for drinks that night.

(Keep in mind, last weekend I angrily told him I will no longer babysit Maia until he and I get some alone-time.)

I heard Keene reply, "I don't think I can get away..." but then I went to the bathroom so I didn't hear the rest of the conversation.

Then, Keene came up to me and said, "How would you feel if..."

(cue me starting to get angry)

"I went out and got some..."

"alcohol for us to drink after the kids go to bed?"

::snort:: I thought I was going to have to kill him for a moment.

I told him I thought he was going to ask to go out with his friends. He laughed and said, "Do you think I have a death-wish?"

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