The Road Goes on Forever, and the Party Never Ends
Last night my husband went over to a friend's house to record some music. My husband was once a professional musician (pre law school), and he has a friend with a recording studio in his home. So I go with him thinking that its going to just be a few hours and that the home owner's wife will be there.
She was gone and didn't come back home until I had been there almost 2 hours. The recording just kept going on and on and on, and then there was a "surprise" dinner party. Yeah. I can't explain my excitement (insert sarcasm here). I had a horrible tension headache and all these people started coming over for dinner. It was horrible. And, even though I whispered to my husband how much I was ready to drive home during dinner he seemed to have not heard me. Thus, the band went back upstairs and started recording again. All in all, we were there over 7 hours.
Don't worry girls--the tension headache didn't stop me from giving hubby a good talking to in the car on the way home.
hugs, love and chihuahua kisses
posted by Pink Chihuahua Princess @ 4:52 PM
11 Comments:
I understand. I had a day sort of like that today, only I was in my own home. And it was my friend. I went in and said to Hubby, "Why'd you let me do that?"
He had no answers for me.
Sometimes men can be a piss.
Thanks for dropping by.
Oh man, seven hours as a recording studio hostage? He owes you big time!
Lisa
Lesson #1 - Always take 2 cars.
Lesson #2 - Men don't take a hint.
Lesson #3 - A good talking to always make a headache feel better.
LBC
Been there. Done that. Given the "lecture." Glad you survived!
Poor Princess! When my husband is going to go do "his thing" somewhere, that's when I stay home and do my thing.
I hope you feel better today.
I've learned from my female human that there's no being subtle with men. You can't just walk up to them, purr, and maybe knock the food bowl around a few times if you need food. No, you have to walk up to them, jump on their face, smother them with your fat belly, and then when they push you off, jump back and headbutt them HARD.
They get the message, and you get the food. However, in your case, I would think a swift, hard headbutt still could have solved the problem and gotten you home sooner!
That stinks!!! I'm sorry about that. I would have said, "call me when you're ready... I'm going home."
I bet that little "talking to" helped your headache go right away. :)
Oh, poor you! men, you know...
OMGoodness.......well, I would certainly give my hubby a piece of MIND on that too!!!
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