Back in June, I surprised Eric with a date night: His dad came to watch Lucy, while we headed out for some fantabulous Indian food with Chapters and a movie in sight.

Instead, a blackout stretched through most of north Ajax, foiling our evening. We still had a great time, but were left with that lingering disapointment when things don’t go as planned or expected.

Last night we were on the couch watching Superbad. As the movie progressed, my body started to feel achy and tingly — not in a good way. By the end of the night, my throat was sore, my eyes puffy, and I knew by morning Lucy’s cold would have fully taken over.

So, I won’t have any raunchy stories for you Monday (not that I’d share them anyway, what with my parents on the porch this morning, while picking up Lucy, saying, “That was a bit too much information on the blog Thursday, but have fun!”). Instead I’ll be snotting up tissues in between stripping wallpaper, praying that I can taste the delicious Indian food from our favourite restaurant we haven’t had since that fateful day six months ago, and knocking myself out on cold meds so I can be maybe stoned enough to have a good night’s sleep.

And unless Eric takes advantage of a passed out, wheezy, boogery oh-so-sexy-me, there won’t be any open-door nookie at Chex McDougall-Foster tonight.

I think we may be cursed…

Possibly related posts:

1. Before, after and now
2. FAIL update. With dairy. Moo.
3. Date night foiled
4. Did you partake in any nekkid book reading this weekend?
5. Two down, one to more than likely go soon