We celebrated 18 years of wedded bliss on Monday. It was a wonderful day. We arranged a babysitter for some of the kids and Gennifer watched the rest of them so that David and I could have the whole day to ourselves.
He took me out to breakfast and then we went and bought a new comforter set for our bed, which I have been wanting for a while now.
Then we went to the mall for a few hours. It was funny. I stopped. Yea. That is a big deal. I stopped in the mall and no one ran into me. It isn't often that I get to go places and not have an entourage of people run in to me if I suddenly stop. I know I'm weird. We also went up and down the escalator without any major ordeals. I have heard of this phenomenon of entering and exiting an escalator with ease but never have experienced it. We spend time sitting in the food court "people watching". That is a vary fun way to pass the time while waiting on a movie to start. David notices details about people that I never would have noticed.
Then we went to the movies and watched 7 pounds. Of course had to make a top at the snack counter to get a Ginormous bucket of popcorn with so much butter you can hear your arteries clogging. And when we left, we had to get the free refill to bring home to the kids. Seven Pounds was a weird movie that was a little too heavy for a date movie. Still I enjoyed the time.
After that we went to Lowes and bought a few household necessities.
Then we decided to go to downtown historic ft. worth to the Sundance Square. It was all still beautifully decorated for Christmas. We went to Razzoos Cajun Cafe for supper. That was an interesting experience. I love the tchoupitoulas that I ordered. David insisted that I try the crawfish etouffee. In my humble opinion, it was nasty. After eating, we walked around looking at downtown Ft. Worth. Then we went to Barnes and Noble and browsed. Then we headed home.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
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isn't it amazing the joy of something simple like riding an escalator...
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