And My Face is Not At All Rat-Like
We go out!
We celebrate our first Date Night in the Twin Cities in style, with a lovely dinner at a local pasta bar. I've actually worn clothes for the big event, as opposed to the pajamas I've been sporting for the last month as I work around the house. Dinner is delightful, and we drive home, happy and loveful.
As I drive, my eyes begin to water, and I rub them a few times. "I love wearing eyeliner because it makes me look more polished, but most of the time it really irritates my eyes," I tell the DNB.
"Aw baby, your eyes are beautiful," he replies, patting my leg. "They're not at all beady."
We celebrate our first Date Night in the Twin Cities in style, with a lovely dinner at a local pasta bar. I've actually worn clothes for the big event, as opposed to the pajamas I've been sporting for the last month as I work around the house. Dinner is delightful, and we drive home, happy and loveful.
As I drive, my eyes begin to water, and I rub them a few times. "I love wearing eyeliner because it makes me look more polished, but most of the time it really irritates my eyes," I tell the DNB.
"Aw baby, your eyes are beautiful," he replies, patting my leg. "They're not at all beady."
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