What.A.Disaster! So my friend gets back from her client/colleague visits and we talk about her husband coming up here with us. He previously refused to come up here because he said he has a job down there. His job, by the way, is selling electric guitars at a very small local music shop. The shop has no electricity. And, even if it did, do you think anyone in that area will be looking to buy a guitar right now???? So, anyway, he refused again and they (apparently) had some kind of argument and she spent the next few hours crying off and on.

I don't know how to interact with people that are crying. I already knew she was under tremendous stress and then the hubby thing...she hadn't eaten almost all day...what a mess. So, she finally comes out and eats and then decides that she still wants to go to the lake. She was worried about leaving her dog "out" with my boys but I told her that he would be fine.

So we get to the lake, get some drinks, she cries some more, we talk...then she gets cold so we go inside the bar where they are getting ready to do karaoke. We were going to leave but then this absolutely adorable/hysterical/very drunk older woman gets up and sings an Elvis song completely off-key and off-beat and my friend totally lightens up. Then the woman walks by our table and my friend starts talking to her and she is so funny and wants us to come on her boat with her the next night. So, we decide to stay longer and I order her some appetizers and get us some more drinks. I'm thinking: "Yay! She is going to have a good time and get her mind off all of the bad stuff--mission accomplished!" NOT!

Right after I get the next round of drinks, and RIGHT before the food comes, I looked at my phone and notice I have missed 8 CALLS in 5 minutes! All from my husband. Oh no. He calls again while I have the phone in my hand--he lost her friggin' dog!!!! I run to the bar to tab out and walk back over to the table and tell my friend that her dog is gone. She FLIPS OUT! Of course. She is hysterical the entire way back to the house and I am trying to ease her fears by telling her how awesome my neighbors are and that we have great animal control and remind her that we live a few miles from the nearest busy road...didn't help, of course, especially after the day she has had.

I am pissed/furious/angry/mad at my husband the whole way home. We did not ask him to take the dog out. He didn't need to go out. She took him out before we left. I've never been that angry at him, before. So he calls again when we are almost home and tells me that the dog came back and that we can turn around and go back to the bar. Riiiiight! Like either one of us are in any kind of condition to do that.

I still feel horrible about the whole thing and, yes, I am still pretty upset with my husband. She is still sleeping right now. SHe must have been COMPLETELY wiped out emotionally after all that drama.