we got smashed.

Yesterday was the day that would never end.  I'm sure you know exactly what I mean.  In the afternoon I declared it mandatory movie time and proceeded to search nextflix for an appropriate movie that would captivate my boys for the next 90 minutes.  I am certainly, by no means, proud of my actions but I was desperate.  Desperate for quiet.  Desperate for a moment to rest my eyes.

Even though the mister was upstairs, at home, he was working.  Working, working, working.  The man never stops and barely does anything of much fun.  Well, except to hang out with me.  That right there friends is never-ending fun.  He did pause to help bath the babe and read him to dreamland. 

And then, right there in that moment, I knew I needed a night out with my man.  I needed it like I needed air to breath.  I dialed up my little sister and pretty much pleaded that she come immediately out to our house and watch the hooligans while I grabbed dinner with my main squeeze.  Oh and bless her, she came.

By that time my insides were eating themselves and as quickly as we could, we got ourselves to Smashburger.  I've heard good things and decided tonight was the night to get smashed.  I highly recommend the rosemary sweet potato fries.  They are the stuff dreams are made of.

And because dinner ended so swiftly, we found ourselves at the local Barnes and Noble in search of nothing in particular.  I walked away with two childrens' books, one of which I will probably return.  I bought Tyler a where's waldo travel edition book and who would of thunk it, the child is NOT that interested.  Who doesn't like where's waldo?  It's blasphemy!  Oh well, another excuse to go back to the bookstore.  Darn it.

And now, my friends, I will ready ourselves to swim.  It's time to hit the pool!