Is the Romance Dead?

I went grocery shopping with DH this morning. We stopped at a video store and rented a movie.

I have mentioned before that I NEVER go to the movies and only rent a movie about once a year. Since we are staying home all weekend, I thought it might be nice to rent one. I went into the video store with him. It's been years since I have been in a video store. I have no idea what movie to get. After about 10 minutes in the new section, I am bored and decide to grab whatever is in front of me. It happened to be The Golden Boys, a romantic comedy, set on Cape Cod in 1905, about three 70-year-old retired sea captains who try to lure an attractive middle-aged woman into marriage.

It was OK. I can't sit for two hours and just watch a movie, so while it's on I am watching from the kitchen as I roast squash, carrots and make apple crisp.

After the movie, it's 4:00 p.m., so I decide to make a lemon drop martini with some Grey Goose Citron Vodka that was gifted to me a few weeks ago after I did some sewing for a friend. While shopping this morning, I bought a fresh lemon in anticipation of making this cocktail.


I said to my husband, "I should be drinking this Lemon Drop wearing a sexy house gown, sitting next to a romantic partner in front of a roaring fire in a family room with solid wood floors."

Without skipping a beat, he says, "Go get your gown on, Honey, and we can go sit by Sam's fire."

Sam is our neighbor.

Last night we had incredibly high winds and many trees blew down around town. One of Sam's trees blew down. Today he is outside burning the debris.

Sitting in Sam's yard drinking my Lemon Drop is NOT exactly what I had in mind.

I would tell that to my DH, but he is in the Lazy Boy taking a nap.