|My unfortunate job to administer |
for the past two weeks...
Holly first went out to a baptism of a child in the ward and then to a Relief Society activity. I stayed home with the boys and fed them dinner. Admittedly, as usual, I got caught up in some internet chess games, and when I resurfaced I found the boys upstairs in the playroom laughing in the middle of a pile of toys. We cleaned up (some) and I put them to bed. Holly came home soon after with dinner for date night.
She brought Fajita Grill nachos for both of us. We enjoyed those while we watched an episode of You Bet Your Life on Netflix, a game show with Groucho Marx from the 1950s. We then continued the Groucho Marx theme and watched Duck Soup. This was when I opened all the other gooides Holly brought, including a bag of shrimp, pistachios, Ben and Jerry's ice cream, and some new Canadian Dry 10 Ginger-Ale.
Duck Soup (1933)