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date night at the antique store

friday night was date night for shannon and i, and we had decided to go do some antiquing and then catch a nice dinner a bit later.  we love to look at and shop for antiques, but with three energetic boys under the age of 10, it's not an activity we get to engage in very often.

so we left little notes for the babysitter like, "make sure they pee at 8:30," and it occurred to me that parenting puts you into all sorts of compromising positions, like having to write the word "pee" in little notes to people who you will then pay for reading said notes and not killing your children.  still, we practically ran to our minivan, and headed for the glorious galleria of old objects.

we had some great finds, including the stuff you see below:


but at one point i heard shannon gasp out loud.  what could it be?  maybe she found that bulldog tin we've been looking for?  but alas, that was not it.  instead, she was looking at her watch.  it was already 7:30.  there was no way we were going to have time to go eat dinner.  we had lost all track of time in the emporium of aged artifacts.

so we rushed to a local restaurant, ordered wings, and went home and ate them while watching a movie.

a perfect date night.  cigar boxes, 70's christian vinyl, hot wings, and a hot wife to get lost with.  we are unusual, perhaps, but more than that, we are blessed.

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