Date night.

I am going on a date today with my nerd.

We don't get to do dates very often, mainly because we have four kids who are both energetic and slightly homicidal, so it is hard to find the time to leave them with someone else. Though they always seem to behave better for other people. Explain that one, and I'll give you a dollar.

So today I am going to close my PC. (Which is good, because as you know, PC's give me the sh**s, and I am out of Immodium.) And I am going to a meal and a movie with my #1 dude. (No, not Gabe Parker, or Caleb Harrison...though I know what I would eat with each of them. Margharita Pizza and Kimchee.) We are going to the cheap seats theater to see Grown Ups. My nerd prefers comedies. I prefer romance. (Go figure) My nerd prefers candy from a nearby story jammed in our pockets. I prefer over priced greasy popcorn and a $7 box of melted Junior Mints. But....whatever. Tit for tat. Tomatos tomAHtos. Democrat republican. Whatev.

I like it when I get to spend time with my betrothed. He and I have a good life. 4 kids, he's got a job during a time when plenty of people don't, we have a house that is slooooooooooooooowly becoming a nice little place to raise our monsters, we have a kind (albeit stupid) dog named Lucy, he makes me laugh so hard I pee on myself. What else could a woman ask for? (Besides an agent to back her book, and possibly a three book deal?)

I will write more when I get home, "fans". I haven't forgotten you.

Brooke Moss.