Long ago, the Girl planned an old fashioned date night. She imagined stopping by a restaurant and consuming vast quantities of spaghetti and garlic bread, then she imagined walking to the local cinema to see The Martian.
Year-round, the local Roxy was so cold, it made the Girl's teeth chatter. That's why she decided to dress in layers. Comfortable, stretchy layers so she could eat Milk Duds to her heart's content.
The Girl chose a long fringed sweater/shawl, black jeans, and a black cowl-neck top.
Because it was date night, she added some costume jewelry.
Her charm necklace made a tink-tink-tink sound as she walked to the car.
Halfway to the car, her husband's voice stopped her. "Are you sure you're ready?" he asked.
Everybody's a critic. On the other hand, the Girl is a slob, one who craves comfort above all else.
What did she forget this time?
All zipped and buttoned up? Yes, yes.
Did her shoes match? Yes.
Hair too wild? Well . . . that's a given. Her hair has its own zip code. Unless it had burst into flames, the girl was ready.
Somewhere far away, in an alternative universe, another wild-haired Girl reached for bobby pins.
The plan was to watch The Martian in 3-D, and the Girl knew she'd swat at objects as they drifted from the screen. She replaced the noisy jewelry with an old, very quiet choker.
A good time was had by all.
Timeline Note: This fun date happened several weeks ago, when the Girl wasn't under the weather.
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