Shawn ditched me last night to go to a barbecue. I don't know why. I mean, I had a fabulous time watching the Olympics for five hours straight, in my pyjamas, while he had to eat yummy food and hang out with friends. I had a full-on sulk going after he told me he was ditching me, which included a lot of "Momma loves you, Stella. Do you want a treat? You're such a good girl. You wouldn't ditch your momma."
Shawn's response? "Of course she doesn't ditch you. She can't drive!"