Troy and I were just recently reminiscing about the days when we were young, childless and both working full-time. We went out a lot - for breakfast, for drinks, to dinner, to the movies, with friends, by ourselves, whenever we felt like it. It got to the point (can you imagine?!) where it wasn't even special anymore. Now eleven years later, our definition of "a good time" has been altered quite considerably. On Sunday, for example, we had a rip-roaring afternoon of swimming at the YMCA followed immediately by a competitive few rounds of Wheel of Fortune, made that much more enjoyable by our indulgence in cupcakes and coffee. We spent nothing, not a penny; I lost the game and everything, but man did it feel good to be together.
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