Party Animal

Twenty-somethings across the globe count down to Friday night.  They get dressed up, pour cocktails, play loud music, and get ready for a night out with their friends.

Not me.  And not Mr. G.  

Within 15 minutes of finishing our dinner on Friday night, we sat down on the couch to snuggle and watch a movie.  By 8:30 we were a tangled mess of limbs, sound asleep.  It was still light out.

We woke up at 9, huffed and puffed up the stairs, and were sound asleep in our bed by 9:07 pm.

That's Friday night living for ya.

Happy (?!) Monday,

Granny