Last night Jeff said that he would take me to see New Moon when it releases in November. This is a big deal because he took me to the premiere of Twilight and he was one of three guys in a theater full of screaming adolescent girls. I was sure he'd never commit to a chick flick again after enduring hundreds of 14 year old girls (and possibly his wife) chanting "Edward! Edward! Edward!" for half an hour while standing in line in the lobby.
But last night at our celebratory dinner, he said he'd take me. It may have been the high from finally getting some good news lately. Or the effects of the awesome chocolate lava cake. Or my stunning good looks.
The point is, he said it and a verbal agreement is binding in this marriage. I'm posting it here just in case he suffers a memory lapse on November 20th.
