Normally we’re homebodies during the week, reserving the weekends for going out and trying new things. Jason and I both get up early for work, so most evenings are spent vegging out on the couch. We’re pretty protective of our veg time, and there’s a little voice in my head that starts whining “I’m sooooo tired” if we’ve got stuff lined up after work. That little bugger starts softly, but can escalate to a frantic, hyperventilating screech if we’ve got a busy week.
It just so happened that on this particular week, we had a lot of great things lined up, including a beer dinner with Latis Imports at the Dandelion Market on February 8. So I told the voice to shut the hell up, or at the very least take a few deep breaths. I reminded it that no one ever died from not sitting on the couch and mindlessly watching reruns of “How I Met Your Mother.” Continue reading