Left in the dust

So the other day I woke up at my usual 4:36 and discovered I was not feeling well that day and decided I should call into work. I really wasn't feeling great but I couldn't put my finger on what exactly was wrong. I was in a bad mood all day. David called around 11 or so to check on me and I wasted no time in telling him I was in the worst mood and felt terrible. He told me he may have some news to cheer me up. The conversation went something like this...

David-- "Liz, what do you love more then Christmas?"

Liz-- "The Playoffs, why?"

David-- "What if I told you I had tickets to tomorrows playoff game?"

Liz-- "You WHAT!!! Oh my gosh, I've never been to a playoff game before. This is incredible. You're lying aren't you, tell me the truth. Oh my hell I just peed a little."

David-- "Well you haven't even heard about where we're sitting yet"

Liz-- "Oh I so don't even care. I'll sit in the bloody rafters as long as I get to be there I really don't care."

David-- "Well you should care because what if I told you they were on Row 1."

Liz-- "WHAT, now I know you're lying. How on earth, what the, you've got to be joking. Oh my gosh I'm dying, I'm dying. I'm dead. I'm peeing a little bit. How on earth did you get those seats???"

David-- "My work gave them to me. Are you still having a bad day?"

Liz-- "No, no of course not. I'm having the best day ever!"

David-- "Ok well the dinner, parking, and everything is included so it'll be fun"

Liz-- "Fun is the biggest understatement I've ever heard. Ok see you later. love you bye."

So I layed on the couch in my pajamas head to toe with my 2 blankets and smiled to myself for like 2 hours. Then I got this phone call.

David-- "Liz, I have some really bad news"

Liz-- "What?"

David-- "Well when I was telling my boss about the tickets they gave us, he asked the other 2 guys if they wanted to go and when they said no he said it would just be me and him then. I thought he would give them to me and let me take you like they have in the past but he really wants to go with it being a playoff game and everything so I'm sorry babe I can't take you."

Liz--"You, he, what??" (insert crying liz babble here) (oh yes I said crying)

David-- "Babe I'm so so so sorry. You know what you take my ticket. You go with my boss, he wouldn't mind. I'm so sorry I got your hopes up for our fun date night. You go with my boss."

Liz-- "Why would I want to go with your boss. That sounds terrible. No you go. I'm not mad at you I'm just upset at my.....life." (more crying nonsense)

David--"I feel so bad. I never should have said anything. I'm sorry, I'm a terrible husband."

Liz-- "No you go and have fun. I'll just watch it at home by myself. I'm ok I swear."

Bless Abby's heart for going to a movie with me after work and bless Gentry's heart because she came over and kept me company that night. We saw David on TV of course because he was row 1 right behind the home sides basket. Look at this shot and tell me if you think he's sorry about leaving me in the dust...