So Hubby was in sweetie mode this evening. My regular readers will know that isn’t an easy way for him to be, so I was quite impressed. When he got home this evening he showered and dressed up. Well, dressed mostly up in crisp Wanglers, nice boots, a nice white shirt and black suede vest. It isn’t exactly formal wear, but I LOVE that stuff on him. That man does cut a trim figure.
He took me out for a nice dinner at Red Lobster. That’s his favorite restaurant, but I have no arguments with seafood and a reasonable wine list. We’d been talking about going to a movie afterward, and I’d given him a list of things that I wouldn’t mind seeing, then trusted him to pick one. On that list was one movie I was sure that he wouldn’t want to see on the big screen. There are, after all, more than enough flash-bang action flicks on my list to keep him busy.
To my surprise, he bought tickets to the one movie that was sure to put me into the throws of childlike joy. Underdog!
It was great. Really! I was a giggling mess all the way though. Happy happy happy!
W.J.