After all that happy talk about my dazzlingly well-planned weekend schedule, it seems one vital portion was based on incomplete information. My husband's co-birthday party with his cousin turns out to be in the evening, not the afternoon. Part of the problem is that nobody ever came out and said what time it was going to be, although I distinctly remember discussing whether I'd have time to clean up after my planting project that morning. Something made me think it was in the afternoon, although my husband claims he never implied any such thing.
So, in short, I can't go to the party. My niece and I will have to do a gals' night out by ourselves. It'll be just like going out with one of my girlfriends, but without the martinis. Oh, and I don't ordinarily hold my friends' hands when we cross the parking lot.
Speaking of martinis, tonight I'm going to happy hour to help a friend celebrate her birthday and enjoy her first post-partum martini. That'll be my second drink of the week after a mojito with dinner on Monday. I'm such a social butterfly all of a sudden!
So that's it for now. I need to make a breakfast shake, take a shower and hit the road. I'll try to think of a topic that will return me to my regular essay form tomorrow.