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?
Hey, hey, hey! We’ll see you there. Kirk will be the one in the back manning the video camera. I decided to bring our girlies along even though most of it goes over Sophie’s head.