Date night is such a horrible phrase. But I really don’t know what else to call it.
I like it for multiple reasons:
- I get to wear nice clothes and put make up on
- We can properly talk with no interruptions and pretend that we’re not parents for a couple of hours
- We get to try out all of the local restaurants. Last night was Tapas
And here’s me in the outfit above. Minus the denim jacket. That was a last minute addition when I got outside and it was freezing, despite the late sunshine.
That thing that looks very much like a poo between my legs, is a purple cushion!
I had fun. Even if we were home and in bed by 9pm. We’re totally rock n’roll these days.
As an aside – my life right now as I type, is so far removed from anything like last night. I’ve been simultaneously typing and blowing bubbles. If that isn’t a CV skill, then I don’t know what is..