We are having Spa Night tonight... Neighbor's (soon to be ex) Wife is bringing the foot tubs and epsom salts. Oh yes, and the wine. Today I bought the strawberries for the muscato, and we are cooking dinner. There is a backup plan. If my soy crumble stroganoff doesn't work out, we'll serve store-bought rotisserie chicken or fried eggs (again). And salad rarely fails, so I think we'll be fine.
We'll watch a video - Finding Nemo is top choice, so far. My Big Fat Greek Wedding may not be appropriate in the current situation. We dragged a box of videos up from the old house - not sure what's in there, but as long as it isn't National Geographic lions and hyenas slaughtering antelopes and bunnies, I'll be happy with it. I don't watch movies very often, so I guess the video alone will be a real treat.
And we'll listen to Wife's side of the story, and probably cry with her a bit more. Not sure whether I am looking forward to Spa Night or not, but it beats shoveling snow.
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