Today is DD's 23 birthday. She wanted to spend a family day at the beach and then she, WH and I have reservations at Ruths Chris. Simple, right?
Well no. WH decides this morning to fix our leaky kitchen faucet. It's been leaking for about 9 months. But suddenly today is the day.
So, as with most projects in an old house, everything goes wrong. Things break, parts don't fit etc. DD and her friend arrive to go to the beach. WH is swearing a blue streak at the faucet.
WH's truck is the only vehicle we have that will make it to the beach so we can't go without him.
DD sits for awhile, but it's now almost 2pm. Reservations are at 6 and the restaurant is an hour away. WH has to go to the hardware store again.
DD tells me me we can just do this another time. She is clearly disappointed. She and her friend leave. It is clear that all the shine is off of her special day.
Over a fucking sink that has been leaking forever. Nice way to show DD where she is on your priority list.
Way to go asshole. Way to go.