A Sign...

Long ago when we were young, thin, and even more poor than we currently are, we would spend many date nights watching a rented movie, much cheapier than they currently are. We would both comfortably snuggle on our couch. Well, we've been reviving the movie date tradition but have discovered an unpredicted complication. We both no longer fit comfortably on the couch. Thank goodness we bought a hide-a-away. A thick sleeping bag and we are back to our snuggling bliss. However, last night we received a sign. We've been discussing improving our eating habits and made the goal to start soon as we dished up pieces of Paisley's delectable chocolate barbie cake with scoops of Blue Bell icecream, chocolate and cookies and cream. I climbed onto our hideway and made myself comfy in the corner. Bryce plopped himself to the side of me when the foot of the couch bed came 2 feet of the floor and the couch tried to eat us both. After an undeniable snicker, Bryce quickly repositioned himself and began eating his scrumptious treat with disdane written all over his face. I, on the other hand, laughed myself to tears. It was hysterical! He did not think it was funny, I think it is a sign. Bring on the healthy food....