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| This is how we look when I know he's BS-ing me. |
It's a rare occasion that the Hubbs and I get a fancy date night.
Where I'm showered with shaved legs.
The Hubbs forgoes a ball cap.
Where neither one of us is wearing Fresno State red.
A tried and true date night.
We were lucky enough to get one this past weekend.
It was fabulous to go out on the town.
In a fancy dress and heels.
With my hair done.
With my eyebrows penciled in.
(So you know I meant biz-nass)
We had dinner with other adults.
Although you couldn't tell since we were being immature.
Cracking jokes, indulging in an open bar, and taking cell phone pics.
Because every occasion calls for Instagram.
There were no spilled sippys at the table, or refusal to eat the fillet.
Just a bunch of us, dressed up, and free to have fun.
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| At a very fancy wedding, obviously. |
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| Eyes up, Crutchfield. |
