i had just put my sons to bed, and i met jay downstairs in the living room. jay was laying on the sofa nursing a bad cold, and i sat next to him. we chatted, like we usually do every evening as it's probably the only time of the day that we're allowed to have a real conversation. tonight's subject: food. poor hubby, he must've been craving since he hasn't been able to eat normally the last few days.
jay: rob told me about a taco truck in downtown that stays open all night on the weekends. he says the tacos are sooo good!
me: oh yeah?
he glances at the clock.
jay: in fact, we can go there right now.
sure, honey. let's hop into the car and go. the boys are sound asleep. we can leave them home all by themselves for a little while. we'll just lock the doors. they won't notice we're gone.
on second thought ... jay: what am i saying? maybe some other time.
me: yes ... maybe next time we can all go.
must've been the medication talking.