Excuses, excuses.

DM and I left the little mice for our first overnight trip this past weekend. (I actually just realized that as I was typing this! Wow! So not only do I need to post this hilarious story, I also can document that they do not need us as much as they used to. Should I be sad, or tell you we will be spending the night out again this next weekend? Apparently we got a little taste of freedom and we're running with it. Okay, rabbit trail over.)

A childhood friend of mine got married on Saturday, so after hosting a yard sale in our garage that morning, we raced to my parents' house over an hour away, rolled in on two wheels to get dressed as fast as we could so we wouldn't be late, and as we were changing, DM realized

he

forgot

his

suit pants.

Had I not know better, I would swear he did it on purpose. He truly is a trooper accompanying me to weddings and parties for people he doesn't know, but quite honestly, aside from my parents, me and my high school BFF, he wouldn't know anyone there. I do think he met the bride once in passing a few years ago, but if they had to pick each other out of a line-up, let's just say we hope their lives wouldn't be depending on it.

So, yes, my husband got to stay home, in his comfy clothes to drink beer and watch football without any kids (or even his wife!) around. Could his deal get any sweeter?

I planned on telling everyone, "My husband isn't here. One of our children has a fever, "which incidentally are two completely true, yet separate sentences but when you string them together, they seem like a much better excuse. In all reality, I told everyone who would listen because it was a funny and acceptable excuse not to attend the wedding of two people you don't even know.