Temptation and a romantic dinner

Have you ever had a non-romantic moment turn into something that you never expected? I did last night, and I didn't know it at the time, but looking back it will be one of the best moments of my life if everything goes okay. I am honestly getting ahead of myself here but isn't that what romanticism is all about? 

Monday's are traditionally Monday Night Margarita nights at a local Mexican food restaurant. Monday Night Margaritas have actually played a heavy roll in my dating life with my husband (go ahead start judging) when Joe and I first started dating, we actually worked together (gasp!) and after work most Mondays we would go to another local Mexican food restaurant and eat chips, talk, get to know each other and of course have a fair share of Margaritas as I got louder as the night went on... and Joe was always just Joe, which I grew to love. All though as we dated more often, changed jobs, and grew closer together as the years went by, we stuck with Monday Night Margaritas (MNM's) as a way to talk about our lives, future, etc. When we moved to Arizona, this was not something that we were able to pack up in a box and move with us out here. Mostly because we moved to a small town which had NO restaurant around, it was a freeway drive to get to a McDonalds when we first moved here. (True Story) About 6 months ago, the Mexican food restaurant opened and we quickly realized that the Margaritas were cheap on Monday nights and we promptly found our Monday night spot.

So.. why the picture of KFC and Beer you ask? Let me tell ya! Sometimes due to money, stress, and our work days MNM's doesn't work out. Which is fine, because I know it will be there next week. This is my week (or two) of limited drinking during the month and with my awesome work day yesterday and Joe being pretty sick, neither one of us was willing to cook (typical for Mondays.. which is why we go out) so while I was in one room of the house and Joe was in the other he sent me a text message that said, "I know, lets get a bucket of KFC, drink some beers, and watch Super Troopers" (one of our favorite movies that we quote often). I texted him quickly back with "DEAL, lets go" and we left.

When we got home, we ate our dinner and toasted with our beers (I only drank 1/4-1/2 of mine.. I'm not much of a beer fan but it was good with the chicken) to "hopefully" my last beer for the next year or so while my husband teased me about the horrible things he was going to do to me while I was pregnant with his child for 9 months of "hell" to prepare me to raise a hellion spawn from his seed. (This is fairly normal I imagine since most women I talk to also have stories about their husband's having super-sperm) All though this type of dinner conversation is rare in our house, it was a heart warming topic as we talked about our future, what we wanted to do to our home to get it "ready" for a baby and what our lives would be like one day when I finally get pregnant. I am hopeful that everything will go okay, and that the 1/2 of the XX beer I had last night will be my last and I will be able to look back on the day my husband and I "figured it all out". We shall see...

The only thing that would've topped off this awesome dinner would've been if we got to watch Super Troopers.. but alas, consistently with two old farts spending their lives together by the time we cleaned up, took showers and got ready to watch the movie in our room, it was late and we were both tired!

Ahh Married Life