...a night in.
Friday came this week and we moaned and groaned about what to do. I always feel some sort of unnecessary pressurized feeling to do something
cool freaktastic awesome just because it's a Friday.
So Mr. Murphy and I threw some ideas around. We thought about going to Chicken and Waffles, we thought about going mini-golfing, we thought about venturing to the $ theater. But all of these things required jeans or some sort of pants that are definitely not better than leggings paired with an over-sized shirt and tall socks.
So, we decided on a lovely evening with our new flat screen, ice-cream, and Hulu/Netflix.
I let the hubs pick out my outfit to go out for our evening trek to pick up our night-time treat. I almost left the house in a purple shirt paired with some zebra heels.
I had to veto husband's shoe choice.
As we perused the ice-cream section in Kroger, Mr. Murphy came close to me and his warm soft hand slid into mine. That moment may not have meant anything to him but to me it was unforgettable. Everything got a little hazy and it felt so good. We stood there chatting about what flavors to get and in my mind I was saying this...
"I don't care what I am doing as long as I am with you. You make everything fun, everything interesting, everything exciting. Our life is amazing, is everyone this lucky? The simplest thing makes for the most lovely of memories, and this is it. Having you makes every moment of life enchanting. There is nothing in the world I would rather be doing than standing in front of the freezer section in Kroger holding your enormous comforting hand. Nothing."
The sound of New York Style Pumpkin Cheesecake Ice Cream brought me back to reality. So, then we ogled all of the new flavors and decided on these two gems.
You know whats cool?
Hanging out with your husband in sweats and leggings.
Eating copious amounts of New York-Style Pumpkin Cheesecake Ice Cream and English Toffee Ice Cream.
Making-out every time the stupid Verizon commercial with weird lightening plays AGAIN, just so you have a reason not to have to watch it for the billionth time.
Watching old episodes of Felix the Cat and trying to learn the theme song.
Watching old episodes of Rugrats. You know you remember Tommy, Chucky, Phil, Lil, and Angelica.
Eating maraschino cherries from a jar.
Staying up unreasonably late with the sweet sweet feeling of knowing that you can sleep in however late you'd like the next morning.
Yellow argyle socks that go half way up your calf.
Pillow Fights at 3 a.m.
Staying in on Friday nights, dare to be different.