Cheap nail polish and date nights
A brief and rambling update...
Alana was long overdue for having her fingers and toes redone. "I want BLUE!" Blue was the $2 bottle we bought when we also bought purple several weeks ago. It turns out...$2 buys you approximately 2 hours on the fingers of an active 2-year-old. It was good and dry by the time she was released from Dad's Nail Parlor (aka the family room sofa), but it started flaking off almost immediately.
Tonight was our second attempt at a date night since we hit Ohio. You may recall that the sitter was a no-show last time. This time, the designated sitter was the same sitter who is tapped to watch the kids when I'm in Austin and Julie has some kid-related appointment or other next week. By the time she got the full run-down on where band-aids, neosporin, diapers, PJs, and everything else is located, we didn't leave until 45 minutes after she arrived.
Back up a little bit.
Julie woke up this morning saying it really hurt for her to swallow. Her throat is red, but she doesn't seem to have a fever or an upset stomach. We'd hoped the throat would improve as the day went on, but it did not.
I suggested canceling the date night. Julie's logic: "It's either going to get better or it's going to get worse. If it gets better, then we'd kick ourselves for canceling. If it gets worse, well, then I might as well enjoy myself before then."
We went to a nice restaurant called Jason's in Dublin's Old Town. We ordered semi-exotic martinis. I made a brief, yet witty toast. We sipped our drinks.
I watched my true love twist her face into a dramatic and pained grimace as she swallowed.
How romantic.
Despite her throat woes, the meal was excellent. Afterwards, we went for a little walk, and then hit Barnes and Noble to do some book browsing.
Julie's now doing a little doctor research. Our hope is that the nighttime medication she picked up will knock her out for the night, but we're bracing ourselves for an ugly week ahead.
Stay tuned...
Alana was long overdue for having her fingers and toes redone. "I want BLUE!" Blue was the $2 bottle we bought when we also bought purple several weeks ago. It turns out...$2 buys you approximately 2 hours on the fingers of an active 2-year-old. It was good and dry by the time she was released from Dad's Nail Parlor (aka the family room sofa), but it started flaking off almost immediately.
Tonight was our second attempt at a date night since we hit Ohio. You may recall that the sitter was a no-show last time. This time, the designated sitter was the same sitter who is tapped to watch the kids when I'm in Austin and Julie has some kid-related appointment or other next week. By the time she got the full run-down on where band-aids, neosporin, diapers, PJs, and everything else is located, we didn't leave until 45 minutes after she arrived.
Back up a little bit.
Julie woke up this morning saying it really hurt for her to swallow. Her throat is red, but she doesn't seem to have a fever or an upset stomach. We'd hoped the throat would improve as the day went on, but it did not.
I suggested canceling the date night. Julie's logic: "It's either going to get better or it's going to get worse. If it gets better, then we'd kick ourselves for canceling. If it gets worse, well, then I might as well enjoy myself before then."
We went to a nice restaurant called Jason's in Dublin's Old Town. We ordered semi-exotic martinis. I made a brief, yet witty toast. We sipped our drinks.
I watched my true love twist her face into a dramatic and pained grimace as she swallowed.
How romantic.
Despite her throat woes, the meal was excellent. Afterwards, we went for a little walk, and then hit Barnes and Noble to do some book browsing.
Julie's now doing a little doctor research. Our hope is that the nighttime medication she picked up will knock her out for the night, but we're bracing ourselves for an ugly week ahead.
Stay tuned...
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