For our date night last Friday night, Vernon and I watched the movie Date Night (again, don't ask me how I do this, for I am not going to tell you). Normally, we have a rule on date night: We are not allowed to watch media of any kind, so we must force ourselves to talk to and enjoy one another (or play a board game or something). But we made an exception last Friday, and I'm not even sure why.
So, the movie Date Night is basically our lives because Vernon is Steve Carrell and I am Tina Fey (really, we are). And our lives look eerily similar (and pathetic) to that of the middle-aged couple the actors are playing. But at least they get out of the house to go on their dates!
I've been begging my mom to move closer to us for eons now so that we could have some semblance of a romantic life (with a regular babysitter), but she will have none of it and is determined to live in Fargo, ND, getting her gallbladder removed and eating out of a crock pot. Whatever.
So, anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah. The movie was funny because it was true to life (except for the parts involving the actual plot of the movie). Which makes it kind of sad. Which makes us and our weekly games of Battleship kind of sad.
We really ought to work on this.
