Greg and I don’t go out on many date nights unless you call watching Tangled and pausing so we can all take turns doing our best imitation of the line in the song, “Listen to your Mumsy” over and over again, with the kids, a date.

Then when I really nail it, the kids think I’m probably really a witch disguised in a beige cardigan.
Part of the fun of date night is planning the date.

Should we go to dinner and a movie? Of course, what else is there to do on date night?
We broke the dinner and a movie code in a big way and really turned this thing on its head by going to a movie followed by dinner.
We imagined going to Les Miserables and being swept away by the story, the acting, the music and then a candlelight dinner for two.

The girls asked what was wrong with my eyes (mascara) before being dropped off with Grandma and Grandpa and we headed off to a 4:10pm showing of Django. Spoiler alert, the “D” is silent.
Second spoiler alert, it’s almost impossible not to feel sick for at least 90% of this movie.
You will feel guilty for wearing mascara and leave the film pretty angry at Samuel Jackson.
We went for sushi after the movie and I felt like I was eating someone’s raw flesh the entire meal.
Greg asked for no cucumbers in his salad so they gave me a double order in mine.
Just as well, they’re on my eyelids now.