Romantic Date

Here is the summary of my romantic date with my husband.

As soon as the sitter arrived, we left the children in her charge so we could enjoy each other's company for a few uninterrupted hours.

First stop, a tiny cafe that was just about to close. I had a cup of decaf and he had 2 cookies. You gotta know my husband - he does NOT drink coffee. I have tried just about everything to get this man to enjoy coffee, but to no avail. I have tried loads of sugar - just the way he likes his tea - but he could still taste the coffee. Flavored creamers don't do it for him. I've even kissed him with coffee-flavored breath. . . nothing. I've always been slightly insulted that my father could get him to drink light beer, which he swore he would never do. But in 12 years of marriage, I have not been able to enjoy a single cup of coffee with him. This has been a great sadness for me since coffee is so social for me. I leap for joy when our home is graced with a coffee drinker, for then I can brew an entire pot and look forward to that relaxed discourse that only coffee can foster.

But I digress. The date. My husband and I were able to talk a good bit about things that we had been meaning to get to. After coffee 'n cookies, we walked over to the pharmacy to get a few needed items. Then I had to pick up a pencil sharpener for school. Then a photo print cartridge.

Have you figured out yet that our wonderful date was at none other than MEIJER?! Woohoo! (Meijer is like a WalMart Supercenter - grocery and every other department conceivable under one 180,000 square foot roof, the epitome of commercialism, catering to unbridled lust for material goods.. . . . you get the picture.)

I love Meijer. However, it's not typically the place we would choose for a date. But this wasn't necessarily a date. We just happened to have a free night and Al suggested we go out for "coffee" (which in his vocabulary means "cookies"). So we got a sitter, but being that we had NO bread, NO eggs, NO milk, NO cereal, and NO cheese (basically NO food whatsoever) in the house, our choices for the coffee date were pretty much narrowed down to the one place where we could sit down and have a cup of coffee AND get the lowest price in town on toilet paper.

I personally enjoy shopping with my husband. I enjoy going anywhere with him. I love him and I don't spend nearly enough time with him. I am reminded of the 80's brat pack movie "Pretty In Pink" where Blaine (the rich guy) and Andie (the poor girl) are sitting in the stable at his swank country club, and he says to her, "If I were in a Turkish prison, I'd have a great time with you." That's how I feel about Al.

I don't necessarily think he feels the same way. I mean, of course he loves me, but I'm pretty sure next time he's going to decide where we go for a date.