It showed all the signs of a date night. My wife e-mailed me this afternoon. Would I like dinner? And then the tantalizing hook – “I shaved my legs.” Oh my I just about, ahem, climaxed right then. But I’m a realist. It was only 4:00 in the afternoon. Things happen.

We get the kids, we feed them dinner. So far so good. We went to the store – she bought wine. Even better.

The plan was to drop the kids off at a gymnastics place – four hours for $8 and they really love it. Not a bad deal. Unfortunately, a standing deal we have is they have to listen to us, and on our way there we had to stop at the store.

My son ran out in front of a moving car in the parking lot, while I was saying not to. Totally unacceptable, so I called off gymnastics.

So now, the baby is in bed, mom and the boys are watching “Ella Enchanted,” and I’m writing a blog entry (and naming my penis, heh). And they say romance is dead!

I’ll never stay awake to the end of the movie, and we have soccer first thing in the morning.

‘night, y’all.