So my "dinner alone" never panned...mostly because my husband's plans changed and he wanted to go out to dinner. So, duh. The whole evening started out odd. Not bad...but odd. A few library stragglers for a book sale we were having dragging their flipping feet. Not flipper feet...but their stupid feet. (Just to clarify. I haven't seen anyone with flippers in the library...yet.) Anyway, I drive home uneventfully but with a very full bladder-because, well, four teas. Hubs meets me outside and I ask if our son is coming and he said yup so I said, gotta "go" really quick. I ran to the door and literally ran into my son. I tell Son that I have to "go" and he responds by saying, "Oh, good! I can finish my game really quick!" Hello? We are LEAVING...in like seconds because I am the master pee-er. 30 seconds. Boom. But weirdly, he WAS ready when we left like 36 seconds later. That should have been a GIANT clue...