My husband called me while he was driving back from wherever he was this week. No, I rarely know what state and/or states he is planning on being in during a given week. It’s something that happens when your spouse travels a lot. You stop paying attention caring.
Anyway he called to ask me if I was busy tonight because he wanted to go on a date. He missed me because I’m fantastic. {Well, he has to think so because I slipped a legal clause into our marriage contract. I plan for contingencies (if not for camping).} He asked if I wanted to go out.
I said, “No,” because I have to finish my possibly 40 minute thing for a church training program tomorrow morning. (He did not put a non-procrastination clause into our marriage contract.) We discussed watching a movie. Then I said, “Yes, I do want to go out. I need cat food and milk and bread.”
We are going to BJs for a date night. And it was my idea … I suspect it’s a good thing that legally he is required to think I’m fantastic .
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