Sushi on speed-dial, and ER

We women are a complex breed. We nave needs that defy logic, financial ability, and even, occasionally, ourselves. This is no news flash.
Women need chocolate.
Red wine.
Romance.
Sushi.
A really nice handbag.
If you are not getting these things, and you are female, then You Are Grumpy. Everyone else knows it, I am just tellin' ya.

You need different things, if you are male. Dr. Laura says you need food, fornication, and football. Or something along those lines. Actually, I believe she says something more like "food, sex, and a hobby" but I like my way better. It's possible that you are grumpy, too.

The good news, around here, is that I choose what is best for my family. I have sushi on speed dial.
The unfortunate side to this is that my children also have a taste for the finer things in life, and they steal my sushi.
Last night, for instance.
Last night was a wonderful evening with people I care about, but it was a different evening than I had envisioned. The plan was that I'd grab sushi, meet Kara at my house. We'd enjoy wine, and food, and candlelight and music. We're very romantic, Kara and I.

As I pulled in to the sushi place, I got a frantic call from another friend who needed me to meet her daughter at the emergency room. Which I was happy to do.
Parenthetically......I love when really close friends can call on me for crisis moments in their lives. In order to have that kind of relationship, one must invest years. You basically earn the right to have that kind of drop-everything kind of love. This particular friend has earned the right...in spades.

So, I called Kara, who met me at the emergency room (dropped everything, though I rather expect it was for the sushi). She took the children (all three of them), and she also took the sushi. She came back to my messy house with the music and wine and children. Love her. I went to the emergency room.

The point of my story changed, didn't it? That's because I began it last night before I left the house, and I'm finishing this morning. I could go round and round about the doctors, the bad TV in the hospital, and the fact that my children ate my food whilst I was away. They didn't eat all of it, but they were tempted to. Aren't children supposed to loath raw Japanese fish? There was some left when I got home, so I managed my fix after all.

Anyway, I'm not really going to try any harder to blend my trains of thought, because it just isn't working.

The ER turned out ok. I think she's going to grow up quite happily, and go on to great things.