BBQ with Translations

Dr Kiki,
So I had a great letter drafted in my head for you that I couldn't wait to get to work and type up...sadly after getting to work and getting side tracked a few times I can no longer remember what my blog topic was going to be. 

Instead I will post a conversation I just had with my husband:

Husband: "I have been invited to a BBQ tonight, is it okay if I go?"
Me: "Sounds fun.  Who's hosting?"
Husband: " A PSU friend.  They don't have work tomorrow so they want to celebrate The Fourth with an early BBQ.  (translation: They don't have to work tomorrow so they are going to get drunk tonight, I want to get drunk with them.)
Me: "I think it's fine that you go, but please becareful as I would like us to be able to enjoy some of our day off tomorrow together." (translation: I know you are going to get stupid drunk tonight and then sleep the day way tomorrow, please DON'T.)
Husband: "Well, I really want to sleep in tomorrow since I have to get up before 7am every weekday." (translation: I work really hard, have nothing in my life to look forward to and deserve to get drunk and sleep the day way when I have the option.)
Me: "Oh, okay...sure.  I am going to Katies at 9am tomorrow and will take Sydney with me then if you are not available.  We should be done at 2pm. (translation: sigh...do whatever.  I am going to enjoy my day off regardless.)

The End.

Love Popo.