Then I went back into the market, picked up about $20 worth of stuff I wanted, but didn't feel I could afford and went out to the car feeling positively victorious. In the course of shopping, Pauline agreed to watch Bear, so Mike and I could finally use the Black Angus gift certificate his mom gave us for a night out together. Then we went to the drugstore to get hair dye.

You know you're broke when you think of hair dye as a luxury item.

Afterwards, I dropped Pauline and her daughter off with some pre-made dinner as babysitting payoff and then went home and changed to go on my dinner date. It was pure bliss.

We ate, we cuddled, we ate some more. We talked about how we were going to spend the money. We went out after dinner and spent some at Toys R Us, which is currently having a baby sale. How cool is it that Mike actually endured an hour of shopping?Then we went and got a couple of CD's and a Wallace and Grommit video set at Virgin records.

As the evening wore on, the weather started getting atrocious. When we first drove to Sacramento to dinner, it was a little rain, but not bad -- just enough for us to be kind of nervous, but nothing significant.

Mike had had a margarita at dinner, so I drove from the restaurant to the stores at the mall. And it was starting to get worse, but again not too bad. By the time we left Virgin records, we're talking major deluge. I sat in the parking lot letting the defroster run to get all the fog off the windows and we carefully made our way out to the freeway.

I'm only going about 50 mph, but I can barely see the road, so I finally decide I'd rather be going about 30 and driving through town, so I got off on the best exit for that and it was a lot less nerve wracking. Then we get through town, and we have to get back on the freeway. We're talking about how we could go get hot tea or cocoa at this restaurant, but I don't even want to deal with a lane change, so I start to get to the head of the causeway and I hit some water pools, which of course, I can't see, and the car starts to hydroplane. I drop my foot off the gas and just ride it out and we're going about 45 and actually maintaining our position in our own lane. I get across the causeway with a bunch of other cars in the slow lane with us, all going slow like us with the occasional maniac blowing by us at 65-80. Just so we're clear here, everyone who is driving faster than you is a maniac and everyone driving slower than you is a moron.

I get back to Davis and I stop at a light and I'm having to shake my hands out because I've been clutching the steering wheel so tightly while I've been driving, my hands ache.

God, I hate driving.

This morning, we talked some more and I talked with a dear friend and we told Russell we're getting married. We'll tell the families after the wedding, so there's no bitching and just remind them that we'll have the big party thing next year.

I really felt it was important to spend some money on Mike, so I managed to actually get Mike some clothes. We got him some new shoes and pants and a few shirts. I can throw out some of his scuzzier stuff. Yippee!!

I also bought Russell a really nice jacket and shirt for the big event. He'll look darling. We thought it would be nice if Russell both gave me away and was Mike's best man.

And I did something really really evil. I bought boxes, so I can organize the baby clothes I have by age and have them stacked in these clear labeled boxes. It's sick, it's wrong and it's anal retentive and I admit it.

We still have a big chunk of the return left for paying down credit cards. And we can get by now. *sigh of relief*

My sugars have been kind of troublesome this week...by my standards. I've had to increase my insulin to 46 in the morning and 36 in the evenings. And we'll see how the 36 goes. I'm really fighting with my fasting sugars to get them more normal.