Setting the Scene: Matt and I recently celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary. Honestly, neither of us made much of an effort. I got him a card. He got me some beautiful yellow tulips and a card that was a “Thinking Of You” card because he had to grab one last minute. The following conversation took place via text while he was at work that day.
He Said: Happy Anniversary.
She Said: Happy Anniversary.
He Said: Want to go out tonight?
She Said: And do what?
He Said: I don’t know. Movie? Dinner?
She Said: With the kids?
He Said: We could get a babysitter.
She Said: That’ll be a $150 night out.
He Said: Other options?
She Said: Take out and redbox. $50. Boom.
He Said: Done.
She Said: It’s a date.
He Said: It’s an old person date. Are we old people now?
She Said: We are. It’s so sad.
He Said: Oh well. We had a good run.
She Said: Word.
*We ate Chinese food and watched Noah. Clearly we are old people.