We have a date tonight.
We have a sitter.
We have tickets to a show.
I got off work early.
I bought the girls a rotisserie chicken.
The broccoli is in the steamer.
My hair is flat ironed.
My dress is laid out.
As are my shiny tights and fun shoes.
I am ready.
|Here are the tickets! |
Nevermind that someone at the Wang can't spell "Pharmaceuticals".
The tickets are the completion of the Valentine's gift that BestestHusband gave me. He always planned to give me something other than X-rated gummy candies. I mean, the gummies would have been enough. But the date night is pretty great. I'm not complaining.
Have I mentioned that I'm excited?