screw the bars. this saturday night beats 'em all.

after a slight disagreement about whether or not it would be fun to walk around the fair this evening (can you guess what my vote was?), things have turned out just beautifully.

i got the church cleaned earlier so there is no last-minute, late-night cleaning going on. i was feeling tired and totally wiped after reporting and writing a story and cleaning, but my husband did not get irritated with my whiney-ness. he started a load of laundry, started some taco meat (have i mentioned we're doing really well eating at home? sure, it's only been two weeks, but...celebrate the small victories!) and let me sit out on the patio with a glass of water to regain my composure.

i think i was dehydrated or something, 'cause the water did wonders. or maybe it was the patio. or both.

at any rate, we finished cooking tacos with the back door open and the fans on and music playing. it doesn't hurt that we're still rejoicing over $80 electric and gas bills that have been twice that since we moved in here. we ate in the kitchen with no tv. no matter that bills covered the table and counter and dishes are piled in the sink.

while i was putting away the extra taco meat to eat for lunch sometime this week, my husband wrapped his arm around my waist - you know, the way they do that makes you feel skinny and super protected and stuff - kissed me hard and long on the lips and said, "let's play scrabble after ellie goes to bed."

now he's reading that sweet little girl a book in the living room.

i honestly think i've audibly said, "ahhh..." more than once tonight.

again:

ahhh...