Last night instead of continuing discussion about all this poo that's happening right now, we decided to take ourselves to cheap dinner out and margaritas. (I don't drink much at all, if any, these days since we've been trying for a kiddo. So an icy lime margarita was a real treat.) And we toasted to "right now, this very moment". Because right then, that very moment? Our deep down divine selves were intact, perfect and wanting to party.
Then we went home and danced around the living room coffee table like idiots to some Al Green. hee.