The potential for a date night with my wife does not come along very often. When it does, we like to live it up to the fullest.
Take this past Friday, for an example. We found ourselves temporarily childless and with the world as our oyster. The itinerary:
-Get Liam fed
-Get Kim cheese
-Go to Wee Book
As you might expect, there was a little more to the 3+ hours we spent on the date than the three lines above. I got a new ring. It spins. (Don't ask – better yet, ask, and I'll show you!) Kim also got a ring. (Does that make up for Christmas?)
Yes, we are truly a live-life-on-the-edge-of-our-seats couple.
Okay, in all seriousness, it was a fairly tame date-night but it was a welcome change to have Kim to myself for a couple of hours. Kim's really like a rock star within the context of our family. If anyone has something to say, something to show, or something to fix, Kim's the first person they go to. I guess it's not too romantic to call her “Lynchpin” but it doesn't mean it isn't true. I'm actually pretty lucky, though, because I'm the only person in the family that she actually CHOSE to be with. Yeah, yeah, she chose to have kids, but who they were going to come out as was out of her control. I was fully formed (okay, mostly) and she decided to marry me. And now she has the adulation of at least three people, and a dog. Don't forget the dog.
Anyway, back on topic: Here's to date-night!
Oh, and I still owe a writeup on Voyage of the Dawn Treader. I'll do that a little later.
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I'm a rock star! I feel like I should have gold glitter stars all over my clothing.
Thank you for the nice post. It's good to know that I'm more than just the person who picks stuff up, cleans stuff, and cooks stuff.
Just like I hope I'm more than the guy who cleans dishes and cleans dishes and then washes and washes them.
Hmmm...Liam, it's apparent from Kim's OBVIOUS hints that she wants, nay, NEEDS, a Bedazzler.
If Liam bought me a Bedazzler I'd Bedazzle his bits. Give me a cheesy piece of crap that makes me look like I'm from the 80's will you? KACHUNK!!
Well, really, you could just create the latest trend in self-mutilation. I mean, piercing has been taken as far as it can go, so SOMETHING has to step in to the breach! And that something should be a nutsack studded with rhinestones!
My bejeweled jewel-case. Nice.
"It hurts to look at it."
"Look at it, think how much it hurt to be bedazzled like that!"
"Wow...your genitals are...are..."
"Bedazzling? I know."
Teehee.
What? Like I want to show off my sequined scrotum?
"It's a hit at parties."
"Why pay up to 2000 dollars to have your scrotum professionally perforated with plastic pizzazz, when you can sew your sack in the safety of your home?"
did anyone actually PURCHASE a Bedazzler? I mean, you never see the things anywhere. It's not like there are tables full of Bedazzlers at Flea Markets and such. I think that even the target audience of Full House realized that it was crap.
Oh, and if I possessed a jewelled scrotum, I'd be flashing that baby all over the place! It's the evolution of the grill!
I'd just like to post a quick reminder that as your wife I OWN those parts, bedazzled or not. You'd better be checking with me before you go showing them off at parties. Unless, of course, you'll make piles of money doing so. Then just make sure you buy me something pretty.
I'd just like to post a quick reminder that as your wife I OWN those parts, bedazzled or not. You'd better be checking with me before you go showing them off at parties. Unless, of course, you'll make piles of money doing so. Then just make sure you buy me something pretty.
Ooooo, the double reminder. she means business, Liam!
I think he probably could make a little cash. first off, freaks make money...it's that simple. Secondk, if you're going to get jewels drilled in to your gonads, just take it to the next level, and get a shimmering corporate logo!
GoldenPalaceCasino.com. Too many characters. Too painful.
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