This week Frank and I had the rug pulled out from underneath us. As is customary with rug-pulling, boy did we not see it coming.

Everything was going so well. On Thursday night, we went out for dinner for our anniversary. It was great: we had fancy cocktails (I love fancy cocktails,) we ate really delicious food (goodness me, food is my favorite,) the bill wasn’t as bad as we were worried it would be (money is awesome.)