There it is.
Yesterday I had a date. With my Boy. He got all dressed up; I wore jeans. I offered to put on lipstick, but he said it would make me look awful. "You should just go as you are, Mama."
That's my kinda guy.
First, he gave me chocolates. Then we went to dinner at a local cafe and had sandwiches in front of the fireplace. Then we went to see "Nanny McPhee" (which was absolutely darling, btw--plus who doesn't want to spend a date gazing at Collin Firth?). All in all, a very satisfying rendezvous.