My mother, Radish, wrote on her blog today about the importance of date nights for married couples. This sound advice, conjured up with the help of a few Manhattans and her friend Ellen, while not original, bears repeating.* Will she and Ellen have more nuggets for us after martinis tonight?
Mr. Understanding and I had his-n-hers massages today at the local shopping mall spa to work out the kinks in our necks and marriage before Hell Month starts. By male standards, it was the perfect date: being massaged by a woman in your wife’s presence sans jealousy; uninterrupted quality time for the wife; no talking permitted; both parties leave happy and relaxed. Does it get any better than this? For the female, only if there is a diamond thrown in.
* got to http://www.grandmere.typepad.com for full text.