At one I got off of work and went home. By two I was asleep.
Three came and went.
At three fifty-one, I woke up and thought "Shit!" and grabbed my cell phone. There was a text message on it that read "Running late, will be at your house around four."
I called her to let her know I wouldn't be ready at four. Turns out she won't be ready 'til five anyway, so I dive into the bath and soak in LUSH's Candy Cane bubble bar (it was fresh and it was fabulous) and around five-thirty I'm ready to go, just as Jeannie's pulling up.
Fabulous. We'll make being fashionably late into an art form!