I was scheduled to go into work on Thursday evening. We were expecting some very bad weather in terms of rain, wind, and possibly snow. Nobody expected it to be very bad. I told my husband I had to be there an hour earlier than I actually had to be just so that I could go and eat (I was planning on a steakhouse dinner, yes for real). Before I left my husband told me to be careful driving, the snow was starting to get heavy. As I was heading to my car my boss called me and told me to stay home, the roads were too dangerous to drive, visibility was bad. I got into my car anyway.... what now? The plan was to go eat and then go to work.... do I still have time to eat and then come back? I drove around until I figured out what to do... steakhouse was out so I'll go through the drive-thru, eat and go home. It doesn't take long. I called my husband and told him the roads were bad and I was coming home. He had dinner ready for me when I got home... double dinner.
Ugh I hate the panic!
and mostly I hate lying to the people I love especially about something as stupid as eating.
