Friday night was supposed to be fish, but we don't really eat things that are really smelly.  So I warmed up a can of Campbell's Cream of Chicken Soup.  And then John and I headed to the Cheesecake Factory for a good old fashioned date.  It was our 11th year anniversary after all.  And we still like each other a lot.  I guess it's because he doesn't mind that I don't cook.  Or clean.  Or sew.  Or (insert anything homemaker-ish).

I kinda mind that he doesn't cook.  I mean, it would be real nice if he did.  Oh, that would be so great.  But since he doesn't, I just look at his other good qualities.  Like his handsome good looks and the fact that he does dishes, laundry, takes out the trash, changes the litter box, mows the lawn, and even fills my car with gas.  So that makes up for not cooking.