Joe's work has once again dictated our evening. Only this time, more extreme than others.
With 24 hours notice, Joe had to fly to DC for a seminar. He'll be gone less than 24 hours and I'm fine with it.
So what do I do on a night alone? I run completely amuck (why isn't "amuck" recognized by spellcheck?). Totally crazy. Wild woman.
AKA: Three glasses of Chardonnay, a rogue quesadilla, and back episodes of The Mentalist.
This girl knows how to rebel, no? I bet you're all sad you weren't invited to my party.
P.S. Also, I watched Lost without him. And promised to save it for him. And out of habit, I watched it, reached the end, and hit "Stop and Delete". Crap.