laundry

Tonight the Hubz and I had a romantic dinner date.

There were no candles.

No low romantic lighting.

There were no table cloths or cloth napkins.

No wine or romantic music.

There was florescent lighting.

There were plastic tables and chairs.

We used paper napkins and sipped from giant bottles of seltzer.

We were serenaded by the humming of washers and dryers.

And we enjoyed one of my favorite meals ever out of plastic containers.