Dastardly thinking

I’m in the doghouse once again.  But since there is no facsimile of a doghouse nearby I thought this just as appropriate.  Robin wasn’t relishing company this evening.  It just so happens that the course superintendent invited us to dinner this evening with he and his wife.  They would pick us up at 7 and take us to Montana to a fine steakhouse.  I took him up on the offer and was excited to tell Robin, thinking I would allow her to unwind, get away for a bit and have a nice dinner. Well, this didn’t sit well with the missus as we hadn’t discussed this previously.  So here I am thinking I did good, taking her out to dinner on a Friday night escaping any signs of having to entertain.  Imagine me. Am I bad or what?  How dastardly my thinking.