I’m a big fat jerk

August 21, 2009

So My friend K is running a marathon next month – I know, she’s looney tunes 🙂 The race is in St. Louis and her mom is joining her to cheer her on. We decided that I should go as well to help carry her off in the end. Also I am newly CPR certified for extra support 🙂 So I made the leave arrangements and bought a plane ticket.

I was talking to my dear, awesome husband and it dawns on him that that was the weekend he wanted to go up to DC for this taxpayer march on Washington. He’s been planning this for months and I COMPLETELY spaced. I’ve already got my tickets so I feel like the.worst.wife.ever. Now I know how those errant sitcom husbands feel when they forget an anniversary.



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