The closest my husband and I usually come to “date night” is eating sticky date pudding on the couch.
Actually I’m eating the pudding.
And my husband’s asleep.
And I’m not even mad about it. Continue reading
The closest my husband and I usually come to “date night” is eating sticky date pudding on the couch.
Actually I’m eating the pudding.
And my husband’s asleep.
And I’m not even mad about it. Continue reading