A few days ago I called David and told him that I didn't want to cook dinner and that everything I had the necessary groceries to make sounded yucky. Do you ever have those days? Hmm? I know you do.
I asked David if he would be so kind as to pick up something for us to eat on his way home.
He brought me dinner and these:
What can I say? He's a charmer.
Then, yesterday David said not to make any plans for the evening. He took me to see Eat, Pray, Love, the new Julia Roberts movie. I love Julia.
David, on the other hand, has still not forgiven Miss Roberts for America's Sweethearts, so seeing this movie was a sacrafice on his part.
Let it go, Dave...you have to let it go.
At the movies, he bought me popcorn and a coke.
He loves me. I'm a lucky gal.