Saturday Night Date

Studly Doright had an awful day yesterday (Friday). All day long he was on one conference call after another trying to make a bad situation better, soothing troubled waters, and solving problems. He’s good at all three. Finally toward the end of the day things calmed down and he could breathe easier.

We watched an episode of Ozark. Okay, we watched two episodes—the final episode of season two and the first of season three. The darned series is addictive.

On our way to bed last night Studly told me he’d take me out for dinner on Saturday. So now I’m wondering, will we eat at Kentucky Fried Chrysler 200 tonight or Pizza Hut Dodge Ram? Maybe we’ll go somewhere fancy, like Chez Lincoln Nautilus. Whichever he chooses, I cannot wait.

Peace, people!

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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