I wanted to say I was sorry about the other evening when you came by. It had been a very long day that consisted of two root canals and a conflict with a relative back in Texas. Speaking of Texas, if my Mama knew that I had barely spoken up when you visited our home she'd smack me right upside the head. I blame the vicodin and the fact that men are terribly high maintenance when it comes to pain.
Thank you for taking Lena out that night, I'm pretty sure hanging around with me would have been pretty damn boring for her! I'd have been wimpering for soup and ice cream all night. I'm glad she got to go out and have a good time with you instead of putting up with her whiny husband.
However, to make up for my rotten behavior I was wondering if I could entice you over for a couple of cocktails and dinner. I'll cook and everything (what kind of food do you like?? I'm pretty handy in a kitchen!), and I promise I'll leave the vicodin in the medicine cabinet :-)