So the story goes… Hubby wants to watch King Arthur. In fact, he had been nagging every single day. And I kept asking him to go and choose a day and time. So today the advertisement sounded on radio again on our way to work, so I said “Today?”. He said “ok sure.”
Came into office, turned on my screen and saw that there were not many suitable timings (for him). So I ended up booking for Pirates of the Caribbean instead. It had been so long since we went on a date. But I doubt today will be any different, which is quite sad. Gone are the days where we chit chat happily and not care about the world or what tomorrow brings. Nowadays, a date seems to be a routine movie, dinner and home. No excitement, nothing. I do feel sad for myself some times. Hubby is busy with his work while I am the one who has the most spare time and am expected to be more hands-on with the family – that is a separate whine altogether.
As usual, since the move is 2 hrs long, I wanted to go for the Gold Class seats instead and since GV has a $25 snacks platter, I just went ahead and included it as well. I bet he will complain later – like I care. In fact, I may just get a small popcorn later too.
The whole after-work routine will be this: Knock off, meet at GV, we may still grab some quick dinner (if I’m lucky), movie, home.
boy, I feel special.