On Saturday, we had an unexpected chance to go out. My cousin offered to come over and babysit, and she did not have to ask twice.

We went downtown. There are two bars next door to each other. One bar had four guys smoking in front, with tattoos, piercings, long hair, and mandatory black T-shirts. We walked by the bar to see what band was playing that night and heard the expected eff word being tossed about. That bar was totally empty. The next bar still had people eating dinner; it’s a newer looking place, and they already had live blues playing. Hmm, which bar should we go to…tough choice….

If you guessed the blues bar, you would be correct. There were blue lights, blue water glasses, and the Blues Brothers all over the place. They had a flat screen TV on the wall that was as big as a bus. I ordered a margarita on the rocks; Ed had a perfect Manhattan up. Adult drinks! At least, Ed’s was. What do you think? Is a margarita an adult drink? At least it was on the rocks and not frozen. After our first drink, I began to wonder if we should go home. Ed looked at his watch. It was 9:10. We had another drink.

This time, I ordered a glass of Merlot, and Ed had a beer. A nice micro-brew though, not PBR in a can. We actually stayed until the headliner band started playing. It was way too loud to have a normal conversation, but Ed and I are past the ‘get to know each other’ stage. We’re more at the ‘what can we talk about if we don’t talk about the kids’ stage.

We were home by 11:00. Not too shabby for a couple of old folks out on the town. OK, OK, it was early compared to how late we used to stay out. But that was two children ago.

So writing about our date night seems to stick to the topic too much for an RTT post. BUT going out for us IS random! We tend to be homebodies nowadays. I think it’s because staying home takes less effort. We’re a couple of lazy couch potatoes, me and Ed.

So for things that are more random, go see Keely over at The Un-Mom! And don’t forget her partner in crime, Kelly, over at Baby Boogers!

This morning, I needed a candle break. After negotiating a CD war (The Wiggles vs. Veggie Tales) and putting Lily in a time-out for pushing Emmy before I could even step into the shower, I felt it was warranted. Lily left out of her time-out twice, and I restarted her time-out each time. I was not a happy camper.

I lit my candles with a wooden match. Striking a wooden match against a matchbox is so much more satisfying than striking a wimpy cardboard match.

Every time I open my drawer in the bathroom, I see my PB tea lights. I always think, “Peanut butter tea lights, mmm” before I remember PB stands for Pottery Barn.

Seeing the glow of tea lights on my bathroom vanity makes me happy.

Suddenly, my girls have developed a taste for Black Bavarian Bread. I bought it for Ed as a change from his multi-grain bread. They love it, especially toasted. I felt the same surprise when as a fifteen month old, Emmy devoured all the sliced black olives on my taco salad and demanded more. This is the toddler that spits out fresh strawberries. I keep giving them to her, though. I did the same thing with cantaloupe, and now she loves it. “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”

Have you ever read Caddie Woodlawn? It’s a story about the past, perhaps the turn of the century, when passenger pigeons still made the sky black and one-room school houses had recitations. One boy was supposed to recite the above quote, but had corrupted the quote to say “If at first you don’t fricassee, fry, fry a hen.” Of course, this is what he ended up saying for his recitation.

Perhaps this story happened in Anne of Green Gables. I’m not sure which book I read it in; I read both of those books a long time ago. They are worth rereading. I should dig them up again.

OK, I am NOT kidding when I write this…after I wrote the above paragraph about Emmy spitting out strawberries? Lily fed her strawberries pieces, AND SHE SWALLOWED THEM! Big sisters CAN be useful!

Visit Keely over at The Un-Mom for much more randomness! Don’t forget to visit her partner in crime, Kelly, over at Baby Boogers!