I feel all fuzzy.
Bill got home from work and we decided to go partake of fish and chips (or chicken fingers and chips for me) and a pint. The reason for this extravagance you may ask? Why, tis our eleven month anniversary today. We are a mere month away from being married for an entire 366 days. Blimey.
We ended up at the Brickstore Pub in Decatur and had a lovely meal sat up on the second floor balcony area looking down and spying on everyone else. I had a very tasty dark wheat beer and won’t be using the sewing machine this evening now for fear I may sew my fingers to the fabric. Instead, I shall perch on the sofa, flanked by doggies, and glow.