the husband is away with work, and won't come home until tomorrow. the official version is probably that they are going to learn or at least discuss interesting things. i'm almost sure the inofficial version is that they should get some time to get drunk together. somehow that has been the way of making colleagues like each other at almost every job i've had. i wonder if it works, in the long run?

i've been looking forward to a girly-night or a horror-movie-night or a pyjama-party-night or a hot-chocolate-and-marsmallows-in-front-of-the-fire-place-night tonight. but, of course, it turned into a menstruation-and-tummy-ache-and-feeling-sorry-for-myself-and-everything-is-horrible-
and-there's-nothing-on-tv-and-i'm-too-close-to-death-to-read-night instead. not as nice. unfortunately the pup is feeling sorry for himself too. he's in love with beautiful abby, so i guess that's why he's been restless and crying today. having a crying pup does not make the situation better, in case you wonder. crying pups is nothing i would recommend. not even on a nice and bright day.  ¶ 5:53 PM