know what i am doing tonight?

i am going out sans children. that's right. i have managed to ensnare the elusive creature known as a willing babysitter. the non-family kind. this means there are no strings attached. yes, money will change hands, but that's it. no reciprocating favors or guilt trips. (not of course that any of you reading this would do that....it's those others...not you. definitely not you)

now that a babysitter has been captured it is time for the traditional song of the kid-trapped adults:
refrain:
me: what do you want to do?
hubby: i dunno, what do you want to do?

me: *blink blink* ummm. what do grown ups do? wanna see a movie?

then a little light goes on. we can see any movie we want. we are over 17. they make movies that are rated R. i remember them. there are no talking zebras or flies, no animated characters, no rapping kangaroos and *gasp* there may even be nekkid buttcheeks and gratuitous violence. woohoo!

i won't have to share a kids' pack, eat candy i don't like, get up to go potty three times. oh yeah, you wish you were me now.

and i have heard that after movies there are places that make martinis that you don't have to shake yourself. now don't get me wrong...i love the sexy shake shake shake of the frosty, sleek, stainless martini shaker but wouldn't it be nice to have some hot, chiseled, rugged bartender with a crooked smile, glinting eyes and an accent make one for me?

house is clean, kids have been thoroughly and suffiently warned with the entire list of extremely idol threats (from the parent handbook), and i am off for a night of R rated movies and booze.