Bright and early (read nearly 3 hours into my day) a text message arrives: 8:39am from Storm Chaser "Hey Whats Up, Sorry about last night".
After a dozen or so apologies and learning that he spent most of the weee hours puking and even called in sick to work...I almost thought he'd learned his lesson and deserved a second chance to make a first impression. ALMOST.
At 10:56am I relented and said "I hope you're feeling better doll". He said he was sorry (again) and was going to take a nap to feel better and hoped I was having a good day and enjoying walking dogs.
He did ask if he could have a second chance...and I guess MAYBE if he behaves himself we'll give it a try. :)
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