Tonight I got a love note from Mr. Handsome. He sent me an email (from my computer, while I was working in the kitchen—I wasn’t allowed to look) and this is what it said:
I ordered tickets for “Trouble”, or something like that for tomorrow night. I also have acquired experienced childcare for the evening, so you and I can go out. The end. Love, The Rooooofer
Is that not dear? I was so wanting to go to that play, but getting childcare for four kids at 7:30 in the evening is nigh impossible. (Okay, so he had some encouragement from my folks, but still.)
So tomorrow night I’ll be footloose and fancy free. Whoa baby! Watch out!
Note: While Mr. Handsome does roofing, he is a carpenter first and foremost. I’m not quite sure why he signed off The Roofer, except that it was fun to type Rooooofer. Maybe?