WifeGeeding had a girls’ night out the other day, something long overdue for her and well deserved. She’s not the best night time driver and does a great job of texting me of when she’s about to leave and come home, and I guess that’s because she knows I’m a worry-wart. But the thought did hit me on how my world could instantly be turned upside down if something happened to her and I had to be a single father.
Speaking of WifeGeeding, she wants to join a local morning bootcamp.
On this day back in 1999 was my first day of employment in a ‘real job’ in the DFW area after graduating college.
I see the word “artisan” thrown around a lot in restaurants and super markets.
While at Braum’s I thought I’d ask GirlGeeding if she wanted to dip her french fry in my hot fudge sundae to see what it was like. Not only did she do so without hesitation, but she did it repeatedly. First of all, I thought she would have put together that would have been a gross combination. Secondly, I thought after the first bite she would have realized that was a bad combination.