We're not big on V-day around here (and Mr. Zimny was gone anyways) so Miss M and I decided to have a little girls night out.
We ended up eating a dinner of hot wings at Hooters with two lesbians because "no one should be alone on Valentine's Day, especially a SINGLE MOTHER".
Seriously. A direct quote.
Just that part of the story alone deserves a post,
but it's not really going to get one.
After dinner we went home, got into pajamas and moved straight
to the hard core eating of peanut butter cups in bed.
Miss M was nice (read:sleepy) enough to let me paint her toes, although she wasn't willing to reciprocate. We'll work on that for next time.
We ended up eating a dinner of hot wings at Hooters with two lesbians because "no one should be alone on Valentine's Day, especially a SINGLE MOTHER".
Seriously. A direct quote.
Just that part of the story alone deserves a post,
but it's not really going to get one.
After dinner we went home, got into pajamas and moved straight
to the hard core eating of peanut butter cups in bed.
Miss M was nice (read:sleepy) enough to let me paint her toes, although she wasn't willing to reciprocate. We'll work on that for next time.