We had a blast Friday night - went with a friend and her husband to a charity variety show. Dinner was good, the show was fun. Then I got all icky on the way home because I was so tired and PMSing.
My husband (BH - he is very British and my husband!) and I fought most of the way home - the whole hour drive (don't get me started about driving in the burbs of Chicago!).
Needless to say, once we got home and were sitting on the sofa we clarified and made up. I hate being angry at BH, and I refuse for us to go to bed until there is a resolution (even if it resolving to shelve til the morning). I do love him!
I feel really bad I ruined the end of a good night - I hate PMS - but am glad I we got it all worked out!
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