It’s Friday.

Many view it as the end of the work week.

For over 35 years I still get excited because in my world it is date night.

We have a prenuptial and as irrefutable details are inscribed in the Good Book, etched in my husband’s mind is that he is bound to ask me out on a date every Friday night.

He has never been remiss even when under the weather.

So as I bid you a joyous weekend I am contemplating my wardrobe choices for date night at a hot new restaurant with my honey.

Love endures as long as you put in the work and are not married to a narcissistic, mean-spirited, bloated sociopath.