Lea’s sister came to sit for us tonight so we could go to the Jam, but then the weather was dicey, and even if it didn’t rain it was going to be a mud bog, like I remember the (second? Drivin n Cryin was there) one being, so we decided to pass altogether and go to Pauli’s instead, and she had halibut and I had scallops, both of which were excellent, and after that we went to Books-a-Million, where we found some things for the boys and I bought some watch porn, and then we stopped and got some supplies for watching football tomorrow, and came on home, where I would have been in bed a long time ago, but Lea’s sister and I stayed up talking religion and philosophy, and now I’m about to go to bed, and probably if I hadn’t had that lengthy weighty conversation with my sister-in-law tonight you’d have gotten a better post than this, and by the way, I noticed a few minutes ago that I had the asparagus pee thing going on, and isn’t that weird when that happens?
I hope you have a good weekend.
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And, there’s evidence of cocaine in your asparagus sauce…
Oh, you had to mention the asparagus thing, didn’t you. Sounds like a rockin’ date night though! The best ones are the unplanned ones.