I must be getting old. Or boring.
Or, are they the same thing?
It was Friday night and my girl was sleeping over at a friend’s. Free babysitter with no curfew!
And what did I want to do with the evening? Go check out some of that live music Austin is so known for? Go out to dinner and a movie?
No. Instead, all I wanted to do was stay home. It had been a long week.
My hubby picked up a Pappa Murphy’s pizza. I watched Fringe for the first time in ages. I opened a bottle of Red Diamond Cabernet Sauvignon. And then we watched the Runaways movie he’d recorded earlier on TV. And baked cookies he also got from Pappa Murphy’s.
And that was just fine.