Last night was an impromptu mini date night (which can sometimes be the best kind). We've both been working non-stop. I worked 48 hours last week and I'm still in the middle of my work "week." Exhaustion. Overtime is a nice thing though.
I decided I deserved a day off from exercising and wanted needed Round Table. So we went out, actually ate in the restaurant (a rarity), and greased it up. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Pizza and beer can solve the world's problems.
We dragged ourselves out of our seats towards Target and did what married couples do--bought Round Up. Sure sign of marriage. And I'm no longer a Round Up buying virgy. So domestic.
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And then I woke up to this and about died.
All in all, I needed it. I need him. And I love us.