Jared and I went on a date on Saturday night. A real date. And it was Saturday night. That pretty much never happens. (He is on a rotating schedule, so he only has Saturdays off every 2 months.)
We even got snazzed up. That almost never happens either. We went to Olive Garden, and had to wait 30 minutes, but it didn't matter! We had all the time in the world, and no babies! We perused the drink menu, and just as we decided on one, we were showed to our table. We each had a bowl of our favorite soup in the world (Zuppa Toscana) and warm bread sticks. We split the new 4 cheese stuffed mezzaluna (yum!) and a raspberry cream margarita, and then... dessert! We NEVER get dessert. In fact, I don't think we have ever gotten dessert at a restaurant after a meal. Molten chocolate cake with vanilla cream and strawberries. Mmmmm. Perfect.
Ran to a couple stores to return some items. We looked at the clock, thinking we had been gone for decades.
We walked through the door at 7:57pm.
We're getting old.