Ramblings of a Revolutionary

Ahh, Date night.  It just sounds nice doesn't it?   When I think of date night, I think of looking pretty... being complimented, gettin' giggly, flirting heavily, not acting my age, and perhaps maybe even getting into some (legal) mischief with the handsome hunk that is my husband.  I never want to stay home on date night.  I want to go somewhere--out of the house--just me and my man, my hubbs, my hunk, my honey, my love.  It doesn't have to be fancy.  In fact,I don't like fancy. Just tell me I look pretty, open doors for me, and take me out of the house and I'll be happy. My husband knows this...and at times, takes advantage of my pure desperation to get away from little people and laundry.  Date night may end up being at Academy, to look at a new shotgun or something,  but he's still always a gentleman--opening doors,  holding my hand (more like leading me around), and g...

The day started out well enough.  The kids and I woke up at our usual times and started our day in  the usual way.   But I was feeling a little spontaneous today... So, I got us all ready, threw some crap in a bag and said "Let's GO!"  First place we went was Chick-Fil-A.  All was well there.  They ate. They played. I sat and enjoyed no one needing me for fifteen whole minutes.  It was really nice. Next we went to Big Lots, since it was just across the road.  Big Lots went pretty good too, but the baby did give the cue that she'd had enough shopping. Stupid me. I did not heed her warning.  Instead, I buttered them up for my next big idea.   I stocked the big kids up on dollar goodies, the baby on snacks, and let them look at every clearance summer toy the store had, even bought a few... and we left! Everyone's happy...they have their little bag of goodies and all is superb.  Addie is obviously sleepy, but se...