Last night was not a complete bust. B met me at the bus stop. I had received passive, poor me type emails and calls all day. Then he had the nerve to say he couldn't reach me at 3:15, didn't I check my voice mail at work. I sort of blue up and said I was at an employees desk wrapping up some work. And I had told him that yesterday was going to be busy!! No I didn't check my messages before I left. If it was that important, managers knew where to find me, and I would be texting him when I left anyway. (This morning I listen to the message-left at 3:15. Just wanted to hear my voice.)

Anyway, we are at the restaurant, its crochet night, and neither of us are in a good mood-he's not really hungry, and I am not either, but we figure out something to eat. Order and start talking. He's still in a blaming mood. And I just listen. Then he starts talking money and how much he spent on me and how much I spent on him and a light bulb goes off. He didn't hear everything I said the previous night. I had to tell him how much I used the debit card for, so he thinks that I spent about $140, meanwhile he spent $500. His feelings are hurt. Bad. So I asked him how much did he think I had in my wallet in cash-he didn't know-so I told him. Over $250. And all I had left was $3.00. So, while it wasn't $500, I spent more than he knew, and shame on him. And what type of person did he think I was? Did the amounts I spent really matter? I combed that mall looking for things that I thought he would like in addition to items I know he will enjoy!! And he is looking at how much I spent because he didn't know how much I spent. I know the money wasn't suppose to be used that way, but I was sure glad I had it!! After that came out, things seem to be easier. He is a baby! So it wasn't that I spoiled his shopping experience, it was that he thought he wasn't getting anything for Christmas!!

Anyway, that got resolved. We proceeded to the Church for the crochet meeting. Only to find out that they painted the inside of the Church this week and were just wrapping up painting for the day. Of course they did not use the friendly paint. No crochet meeting. (and my feet were killing me-the supports in my boots are shot.) Called the one person who was showing up and left a message not to come and headed home. B brought me to the bus stop, he rolled on home himself.

Today, it looks like we will not be facing a Federal shutdown-at least not for another two months. OK. That is good, we can plan around this. At least I can. I am still working things here as if 'Just in Case', you don't know Congress. But the Pres standing firm on a few things has them working a little more together.