Hunky calls me this afternoon, and says “I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news”.
Me, I’m a bad news first sort of person…then when you get the good news, there’s always a chance it could cancel out the bad news completely. And if not, at least you’re ending on a positive note.
Hunky: The bad news is, the flight to Panama City isn’t taking Space-Available passengers. Some problem with immigration or customs
Me: Frick! What’s the good news?
Hunky: I passed my PT test.
Me: WTH?? Is that really the good news?
Hunky: Well, I thought so.
So unless something really unexpected happens, y’all get favorite photo Friday after all. Humph.