Damn, even in my dreams he’s being a jerk. Guess that means that subconsciously I know he’ll never change.
He went off to the national meeting, then came back for something and was all pissed off - I still don’t know what it was about, but hopefully by the time I get to the dinner tonight he’ll be in better spirits. At least when I got in the car there wasn’t an angry message on my cell, so that was a pleasant surprise.
Stopped at CVS and got some hair clips, so I should be good to go for this evening. Just a matter of getting cleaned up and ironing the outfit.
I have to be spot on perfect tonight.
