When Carol told me she was going to have a girl's weekend with her friends, I knew that

I had to make my next move carefully.

Act 2 excited about the news, she might jump to the conclusion that I wanted her gone.

Act 2 disappointed, and she might get the idea that I actually like to spend my Friday

mornings watching flip, flop, reruns.

No, I knew that I had to play this one cool.

I told her, it was fine.

Not to worry, I said.

I would handle things at the house.

You'll have fun with your friends, I told her.

Enjoy yourself.

Okay, my wife smiled, and take care of Sadie for me.

Sadie was a four year old pomeranian, and when I say, our pomeranian, which I really

mean is my wife's pomeranian, that dog absolutely hated me.

Not even 10 seconds after my wife finished backing out of the driveway, I was already texting

my buddies Eric and Mark to come over and have some fun.

Girls night out could mean only one thing.

Nice night in.

We ordered pizza and wings, powered up my old Nintendo 64, we had smash brothers, beer,

and absolutely no supervision whatsoever.

Could this get any better?

Or on midnight, I heard Sadie barking obnoxiously in the kitchen.

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