Day 3: Mini-date

Last night after dinner, we were flopping around on the couch trying to decide what to do next. Being the romantic wife that I am, I called Nick on my finger phone and asked him out on a date. He said yes, and so I went and picked him up, i.e. went outside and rang the doorbell. It has to be said that I'm a pretty good date. I held the car door open for him, drove there and back even though it was dark and a little slippery, and told him not to bring his wallet, because I was going to pay for everything. I'm pretty nice like that.
So we went to Borders and got hot chocolate. I guess technically we got two Cocoa Trios, but who really wants to get technical on a date? Then we hung out in the comfy armchairs like normal people and talked, which was really nice. Not that we don't usually talk, because we do, but last night we talked about stuff outside of our domestic sphere, which I enjoyed. My husband is a smart one, and I've always loved talking to him. Conversation topics involved Holocaust denial and the Catholic church, NPR and the Amazon kindle. Then, because we are wedded folk, we looked at design books in search of inspiration for our very white bedroom.
Verdict: Yes, married friends, it is possible to go out with your spouse on a Tuesday night, spend $6.08 and about two hours and come home feeling like the people you were both first attracted to. More please!