Here is a Facebook conversation I had recently….
Me: Ugh. I would love to. But Zed is away. See you soon. (She was stopping by to drop off some books.)
J: No worries it was short notice 🙂 I think I’ll order take out & watch TV….that way I can eat sushi in my pjs!
Me: Or Or Or.. come eat with us? Chicken Breasts and frozen peas. And food stuck to your feet!
J: This is awkward but I’m going to be a giant DINK (Double Income No Kids) and pass on food being stuck to my feet…I’ll take a rain cheque though. Plus, I’m bringing work home so I’ll be eating rolls in my pjs.
End of message.
First, I want to say that I did not find this awkward at all.
And secondly, I wasn’t angry or insulted or any sort of feeling in that genre.
I was jelous. Like kick her in the face kind of jelous.
p.s Zed and I have a babysitter tonight and are going out for sushi with J. But, not in our pajama’s. And not with food stuck on our feet. Oh who am I kidding. We will probably have food stuck on our feet before we even get to the restaurant.