Ouch

I was changing a fluorescent fixture in the basement and I slipped off the stool and sort of twisted my knee. It's hurting. I'm so bummed.

I'll ice it and take some Advil - say a little prayer that I didn't do any damage that will remove me from the gym.

Holy shit

I just went out with two girlfriends for a long planned dinner. It was supposed to be more of us, but we took what we could get. I only told Robert about it yesterday, so I expected more protest.

He asked via IM earlier if it was going to be a late night. I asked what that meant. He said that meant getting home after 9:30. I said I didn't think it would be much later than that since the reservation was for 7.

I ordered pizza before I left and then went to pick up Karen and Phoebe.

He didn't call at all while I was out. Not even once.

And I just walked in at 10:10 and EVERYONE'S ASLEEP. Ella's in her crib and Robert and the Ls are in our bed out cold.

I swear, the planets must have shifted or something. This has NEVER happened before. I am usually made to feel guilty every time I go out, even if it's to do a clothing party where I'm earning money. And I only go out a handful of times a year. Yep, a year.

It's so nice and quiet and my belly is so full. More on that, we shared crabcake appetizer and a thin crust pizza with shrimp and goat cheese and pesto. Then I had the rack of lamb medium rare with delicious mashed potatoes and steamed spinach. I'm the only one who ordered dessert (but they shared a bottle of wine) and I had the apple crisp which was basically warm apples and sugar and cinnamon and crumbs in a warm dish with vanilla ice cream on top. It was heaven.

It's so nice to feel like a grown up once in a while.