“Hot” date

I don’t believe it’s only the 8th and I’m pulling this far for the “hot” topic.

Oh well, maybe things will get better.

Anyway — hmmmm perhaps I should have made this private since this is about such a “hot” date.

Crem (my best bud) and I have a standing — not so much “date” as “check in” on Friday nights.  *IF* neither of us has a previous engagement and *IF* both of us are up to going out then we’ll likely grab dinner or go hang out at a bookstore or some other such thing.

On Thursday though, I got a call from a gal pal down the street (KidNye’s mom) asking if I could sub with her Bunco group on Friday night.  If you know what Bunko is then you know, and if you don’t know it’s basically a game of luck involving dice, no skill, and (sometimes) tequila.  At least with this group.  Well, tequila or wine or some kind of spirit.  It’s a fun diversion and I’ve been lucky to get to sub with this neat group of ladies a few times.

So — since Friday is usually my night to at least touch base with Crem, I figured I’d see if there was a particular reason for me not go to play Bunco.  And Crem said “yeah whatever go have fun.”  About this time Spouse wandered home (to get ready to go out to play tennis) and I hung up the phone “Love ya, see you later, bye.”  Of course, when I say that at the end of a phone call it does narrow down who I’m talking to to about a half dozen people or so (family or close friends — I’m pretty generous with my “love yous” figuring it’s better to say too often than not enough).  So I was catching up Spouse on stuff and finally said “yeah here I am saying “love you” to another man (note — it’s not the first time, won’t be the last, and that’s not an issue around here).  Spouse is (not really) wondering if he should worry and I mention he should only worry if I go into another room and close the door before I say that.

Shortly thereafter Spouse left, and Chip comes home.  He had spent the afternoon at a friend’s house.  About 10 minutes later the friend comes over to ask if Chip can stay overnight so Chip and I dig some leftovers out of the fridge, pop them in the microwave, and Chip hops the fence to spend the night at the neighbors.

This leaves me and the Princess home to fend for ourselves, and it does not escape my notice that I have a “buy adult meal get a kid meal for $0.99” for Sweet Tomatoes.  So I tell the Princess that we’re heading out to Sweet Tomatoes.  Of course, Princess thinks that it would be great to invite her G-dMum and her family out but I knew they had other plans for the evening, and then Princess suggests we invite Uncle Crem (who I’d just gotten off the phone with 30 minutes earlier).  I call him and invite him out (and change to the precious “buy one adult meal get one free” coupon) and I do have my hot date with the “other man” except, of course, my 7 year old daughter is along for the ride.

Yeah — it’s no wonder I’m having trouble figuring out “hot” topics.  My wild night is out with a single guy and a 7 year old — after a morning of “pass the baby.”  I guess I really don’t have all that interesting of a life.

But did I mention that Crem has the body of a god???


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