What's shakin', bacon bits?

This is my standard greeting to young Theo, who after nearly two weeks is finally eating normally again! It's also finally my time to shake off any remaining nausea, and Bobby never did get sick. If he does now, I think I can safely assume it's an unrelated incident.

The guy who royally screwed up my dance floor last year called me. He said by way of an apology he wants to provide the (new and improved) floor for free for one of my five classrooms, saving me about $2000 (of course minus the $500 in free passes he wants in exchange). Then he wants me to let him know what everyone thought of the new floor (with an eye to once again being my floor provider in 2016 no doubt). At first I thought, sure, why not? Save $2000? Sure! But luckily I had the presence of mind to tell him I would think about it and get back to him. And once I got off the phone I thought about how much I don't want to be in business with this person, what a freak he was when confronted with his failure last year, and how he's just trying to worm his way back in. So as with all major business decisions these days, I asked myself, if you were a man, what would you do? Turn him down, of course! It always makes things so simple when I just think about it that way. I haven't called him yet, but plan to politely decline, with thanks. If he pushes me for a reason, I'll say, "ummm...because you called one of my most beloved and trusted volunteers a bitch, for starters." Block this member!

Dinner with The Love Interest looms a week from Tuesday. Naturally most of my spare mental energy has been devoted to this. It's the culmination of four months of wooing and twenty years of crushing. The evening will go one of three ways - yes, no, or not now. I was chatting with one of my babysitters about it last night; we both felt like, he has to know an invite to a woman's home for dinner is a date, right? I mean, if a male friend I'd had lunch with a couple of times invited me over to his place one evening, I would know what it meant and either politely decline if I wasn't interested or go with interest. But people don't always act logically. I've been so teased and confused by people in the past, it's hard to trust. We've all been there. I'm just holding onto the fact that a) he's an older man, not some kid, and b) is a long time friend and not some random person I met online who can just treat me like crap and disappear with impunity. That no matter what happens we'll be kind to each other.