A couple nights ago, Tiffy and I went to this whole-in-the-wall, hick-town-diner for some dinner. She got her favorite 'popcorn chicken salad' and I had a dinner that would make any homeschool mommy proud of her daughter's choices.
:: French fries and a root beer float ::
As we sat there eating, we looked at each other and said, "It's only old people in here. Seriously." The bell about the door would jangle and another cute white haired hubby and his wife would walk in.
As I sat there sipping my root beer and crunching on {what turned out to be} yucky fries, I smiled and hoped that someday when I'm old, wrinkled and bent over I can sit next to my best friend, my hubby.
We'll cuddle on the same side of the booth.
Talk about the good 'ole years.
And sip on big root beer floats together.