It's Friday, and a pay-day Friday at that. Mr.Q was supposed to have a practice tonight, but it was cancelled. So you can guess what that means...Yep. Date night! Squee! And sweet woolly FSM, do we have sizzling plans!
Pizza, beer, sweatpants, and a movie.
I mean really, does it get much sexier than that?
We are on fire, I tell you!
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Yarnpiggy, that was fabulous.
You guys sure know how to live.
It's the sweatpants that do it for me. I live in them all winter, and they drive Hubster to distraction. It must be the baggy ass or the quick-release ties.
sounds like an awesome date night to me!
We try to distinguish our REGULAR nights from out date nights by the COLOR of our sweatpants.
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