I did end up getting a sitter on Thursday night for no other reason except to have a night off. I spent a couple of quiet hours shopping, which was super fun. There may or may not have been a boot purchase which I wrote off as a 10th anniversary gift.
Speaking of anniversary, ours was Friday. Number 10. That's a long time, right? If we were in Hollywood, we would be in the running for Most Successful Marriage. The decade has seriously flown by. Flown. But then I look back at how young we looked, and I realize it really has been 10 years:
We were just babies back then. Ten years and two kids later, I think I'll keep him. Especially since he didn't outwardly balk at my new boot purchase. AND he sent flowers. Keeping the wife happy is the name of the game.
Davis is out of school today and is begging me to play Batcave with him. Trust me, this is not as fun as it sounds.
Ta-ta for now, my friends.