It all started when I was sitting around Friday night, dreaming up what sounded best for dinner. Gnocchi obviously sounded best but I had run out of time and energy to make it myself, as I am prone to do these days. Never fear! Friday is our date night and we haven’t had one for the longest of times so I asked my boyfriend on a date and tada! he accepted. I remembered this place we went to when we were originally house hunting, that had homemade pasta that wasn’t over the top good but definitely felt like a home cooked meal, and I was so sure they would have gnocchi. So I strapped on my tallest of heels and headed out to meet my husband. Enter giant hill. Greg umm, doesn’t always calculate time correctly, so I arrived first and parked way up high on the giant hill. I’m not sure if you’ve ever tried to go down a steep hill in 5″ heels but a stable arm is much appreciated/needed/counted on. You kinda go forward, and down.. in a toppling sort of manner. Greg said he was still 20 minutes away so I took a deep breath, and proceeded forward, carefully choosing each step, and trying to ignore the crowd at the bottom, apparently fascinated by the scene I had become. Success! Not one knee to the ground was taken. Not one stumble. What grace I had! Naturally, I rewarded myself by eating the entire bread basket before Greg arrived. It was delicious. And after all that, no gnocchi. We still had a delicious meal. Split a pasta dish and a cheese plate and put this one in the cheapest dates of all time record book. I love cheap, fun dates. The next day, in a big effort to not have thisbe our entire Saturday, again, I had the brilliant idea of going on a family outing and walking into town. Oh, I forgot to mention, Friday, I spent all day cleaning out my closet, getting rid of half my clothes, and promising myself to be more fashionable in the coming days/years/lifetime. I’ve wanted to walk into town for the longest time. It’s only about three miles away and oh how I love walking and I hate paying for parking so it just seemed like the most wonderful solution to make me happy in each and every area. Before we head out the door, Greg asks the silliest question: “Are you going to be comfortable in those shoes?” Since when has women’s footwear ever been based around comfort? I had on, after all, my moccasins – the very shoes I’m convinced the Natives wore on their feet as they walked from here to there. So I laughed at him, and today he’s still laughing at me as I moan about my aching feet and the blisters the blisters! His feet did just fine in his running shoes. Go figure. Nevertheless, a good time was had by all as we made our way into town with our over eager dog. Lucky for us, there was a music festival going on and we probably would have removed each hair from our head in frustration trying to find parking anyways. Instead, we had a delightful lunch and a wonderful time. Walking is good : )
We even got ice cream! Again, I’m sure the nutritious side of this pregnancy will kick in eventually.And then we came home and slept as our old aching bones wondered what just happened. And that dog got more attention.
Oh this just MADE my day and gave me the giggles! You two are sure a handsome couple! I loved this blog! xoxoxo momwad
you go, girl! Eat the WHOLE breadbasket for all of us girls who can’t!
May I also add how very proud I am that there was absolutely NO falling down, while climbing down a steep hill, in 5 inch heels? Bravo!! How many men can do that? How many pregnant girls can do that?!! Love you guys, Cindy
PS; That picture of Bentley in Greg’s arms is adorable. I love him too!