JHCA
Hus said he/we was/were NOT going to his work anniversary dinner. You know...
one of those things where they faux-celebrate an anniversary ending in a "0" or a
"5". Settled.
Just called to ask what I wanted for dinner because he was being coerced into
attending.
Grrr. (And he grrrr'd as well.)
Crap.
NOW I gotta dig out a suit... HOPE it still fits... and get it off to the dry cleaner.
And an actual DRESS shirt.
And tie.
... because they can't have it at a CASUAL place. Oh, no... no.
(And, by the way... he feels the same way. So it's NOT "just me".)
:: snarl ::