Okay, talk about keeping it boring- Jason and I, on a youthful Friday night, are doing laundry, running the dishwasher, and picking up the house for tomorrow's company (new clients coming over). I can remember when a Friday night with Jason was going out for dinner, seeing a concert, and stealing kisses. While I am a home-body by nature, I truly don't mind what we are doing tonight, as long as I still get to steal a kiss or two.
But seriously, you know you are a bit boring when a 70-something-year-old woman comes trapsing through the lobby in all her fur and lipstick glory while I am holding a laundry basket in sweats. Oh well, at least we are having dinner tomorrow night with friends- I won't wear fur, but I am certainly not going to wear sweats!