My Simply Perfect

Friday Night.

I posted this picture for two reasons. 1.) Jon looks hot. Way hot. 2.) I have some blond streaks- which I am debating to do again. A step on my journey back to being a full blown blond.

The baby was down by 8 pm. Maybe the shots earlier in the day wore him out. Jon ran to the grocery store at 10ish so the two of us could enjoy a quiet evening of treats and a movie. My only request before he left was that he get me caffeine, and not generic caffeine. And since I wasn't craving any specific treat I told him to get one chocolate and one fruity. He was out the door and two phone calls later, one to say that his debit card was broken and the Redbox wouldn't swipe it right (no movie for us) and one to ask if we needed milk, he was on his way home. I heard a bang at the door so I rushed to open it assuming he had two handfuls of groceries. Can you really consider pop, candy, chips & salsa groceries? Oh yes, and the 3 gallons of water- I think that qualifies as groceries. I quickly grabbed two of the gallons out of his hands. I had barely freed him of them when he said, "Nice jugs."

We made our way to the kitchen with our groceries where I began to examine what he got. Chips & salsa- good. Generic gummy worms- good (you can go generic with gummy worms) crunch candy bar- random. Not my first choice, but edible & of course I will eat it. Whoppers- very good (little does he know that I bought myself a box last night when I ran to the grocery store to get lunch meat & slowly ate them all throughout the day today) Last but not least, one glorious liter of Pepsi. It is chilling in the freezer. I really think I am becoming addicted and I think I know (to a small degree) what drug users must go through.

After I unloaded the bags we embraced and danced around in a circle while we stood in the dark kitchen. Spontaneous dancing, try it sometime, very romantic. No kissing could follow on the account of the cold sore on my lip that I am doctoring. Talk about a mood killer. I busted into the gummy worms, Jon the chips, and now I sit in here typing away. I can hear a chuckle from Jon every now and then coming from the living room- he is watching King of Queens. Darling.

I just fed the baby a bottle and thought to myself that some nights seem so long (then again he did fall asleep at 8 pm tonight - normally it is 10pm) that I have to be away from my little bundle of joy. I wanted to scoop him up in my arms and nibble on his cheeks. But I couldn't do it on account of his little snore- a sure sign that he is far away in wonderland. Oh that morning embrace will be sweet. He'll stretch as I pick him up, curl his legs up into his chest, and fart on my hand as I place a palm on his bottom. Could a mother ask for more? I say no.

I don't think I could ask for a simpler Friday night, but a perfect Friday night in my personal opinion.