Date Night

Since Ed Jr. was born people have been extolling the virtues of Date Night to me. How important it is for our marriage. How important it is for our sanity. So we finally got one in last night. Thanks to my dad and Strega Nona for babysitting!

Ed's dating skills are a little rusty. Before we even left the house, he told Ryan over the phone that yeah, he thought he could get away after a little while to watch some UFC over at his house. Strike 1.

When we got to the restaurant, I needed to adjust my initial parking job. Ed would not have it, he insisted that I had done a fine job in the first place and badgered me until I turned the car off and he got out, only to discover, that indeed it was a terrible job and I needed to re-park. Strike 2.

There was at least two checking of the voice mails and one long conversation with Artie about ice fishing. Strike Strike Strike.

It was at this point that I told him that if this was a date, it probably would have been our last.

To top off the whole evening, as we left the restaurant and got into the car, he farted. After he did it he laughed hysterically about how he had to do that for SO long. Keep in mind the walk from the restaurant to the car is at least 2-3 minutes. I was like, so you couldn't do it on the walk, you waited until you got into an enclosed space? More laughter. Strike 6.

I told him that at this point, he wouldn't even have gotten a good night kiss, that I would have jumped from a moving vehicle to get off of this date.

It is a good thing he is so handsome and the most amazing father ever. . . I will go out with him again.

He is going to be mad at me for posting this. He might not go out with me again.