On this day, there was a madatory cashier’s meeting at work. At 7:30 pm. It aggravated me so much to have to go back to town that I took a picture to commemorate the event.

All was not sad, however. On the way, I tried to call That One on his cell with no success. He called me back *from home* mildly stating that he’d lost signal on his other phone. It was only then that I believed he would really, truly, totally, actually make it home for the ball. Although he had known since that morning, and we’d spoken no less than three times throughout the day. And he calls me a butthead. HA!