June 21, 2012
shirt, pants, tie: thrifted, shoes: kohl's
A couple Fridays ago, being the domestic goddess that I am, (Joking. You should see our apartment... I really hate folding socks and they are a mess on the couch as we speak. But then again, we're not really speaking. So, as you read this they're still on the couch not being folded) I made chicken and baked potatoes for the hubs for dindin. When Rob got home he said: "It's date night! I wanna take you out." Looking at the dinner I made, I said: "Okay!" and I grabbed my purse and we went out. Sometimes just putting the dinner in tupperware and going out with my handsome son of a gun is way more important than actually eating the dinner I really made. Plus, that dinner was a lot better.