World's Worst Date.

Saturday night, my husband and I went on a date. It had every intention of being awesome, but it really wasn't. We went to Doe's Eat Place for supper. Some friends had given us a gift certificate for Christmas. We had never eaten there before, but apparently two years ago the Food Network ranked their steaks third best in the US. Justin and I ordered our steaks "medium" and there was blood pooled up on both of our plates. We felt like the Cullens. We were still tasting blood the next morning. So supper... well, it wasn't so great.

Then we went to the movies to see "The Lovely Bones." This is one of my most favorite books ever. The movie was horrible. I was so disappointed. I felt bad that my husband had to sit through it with me. I told him that I owe him big time.

After the movie, we went through the Hardees drive-thru to get a milk shake. However, mine had what tasted like little hairs all in it. We came to the conclusion that it was the brush bristles from the brush that the milk shake gets stirred up with. (?) At least that's what my husband told me to keep me from throwing up.

I told Justin that I wanted to take our picture. This is what I got. Me smiling, him not smiling. So I told him to look like he loved me. And this is what I got. He looked like he wanted to eat my face.
I told him to look sad. Because that's what our date was. Sad. And this is what I got.

And these are our happy faces.

Because no matter how bad our date was, we still love each other.

And we always will...