Sucks ya boo. Every other year (this is number 12) we made it a special occasion, even if it was just dinner out (or dinner in, wink wink nudge nudge).
But Mr. S has to work tonight. He worked last night too, so he spent the entire day sleeping. Stupid downsizing from his nice office job. Stupid boring dirty exhausting crap job he had to take, with its rotating night shifts and working every other weekend, that has turned my lively, energetic hubby into a sleep-deprived zombie, even on the days he’s off.
He’s looking for something else, and he’ll quit soon even if he doesn’t find anything, because we can afford to have him unemployed for a little while. But we can’t afford to have this job keep wearing him down to a nubbin. So the end is in sight. And we’ll celebrate next weekend.
But tonight it really, really sucks. :mad: 
