...but finally a date night. DD is at the babysitter's.DH and I have a chance to go out.
I'm excited about doing my hair and gettin' all dressed up - riddled with anxiety over what I'm gonna do - we're going out to EAT. I don't want to - but I also don't NOT want to....doesn't make a lick of sense, I know....do I just have a big ol' glass of wine instead and sip slowly? Too obvious?
Sigh....
I'll figure it out when I get there.....
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