I haven't written here in a while. No matter how slowly I think life goes, it starts zipping by almost like it is in fast forward. Then I have a lot of catch up to do on the blog.

I have a pre empty nest. Our youngest is gone until Wednesday on a school mission trip, so I'm thinking that the hubby would want to get wild and.............NO! Not that! Maybe run out on a date, do something together, I dunno. Something! He was working on the computer and didn't seem interested in any of my suggestions. I asked him if he wanted me to leave him alone. He responded with, "Sort of." Sort of? SORT OF? What kind of stupid answer is that? Your wife is standing there wanting to spend her time with you and you basically tell her to "bug off."

We went out on a date for our anniversary this past Friday. It was a bust. We went to the Griffith Observatory. Really cool place! I've never been there and (here's the good part) he remembered I wanted to go there. So, off we went! I'm thinking he'll hold my hand, be a little romantic. Something! There was no hand holding.............nothing. I tried holding hands, kissing his cheek, giving him the hint. Nothing. Flat line.

I was more than pissed. The whole night went in the dump. We went home after we were done and the fighting ensued. I got excuses like, "I just had surgery" and "I didn't sleep well because I have a cold." Okay. Legitimate excuses. Then why in the he!$ did we go out for our anniversary?

Bottom line: Location- B+
Romance- F

He flunked. It will have to be redone. Second time in our history that an anniversary has to go through a redo. I am utterly embarrassed that my anniversary was spent this way.

Lesson to all. Marry a man who has a romantic bone bigger in his body than his little toe. It's heartbreaking.