On Friday night I put on my characteristic sweatpants. They are good old Louisville High school sweatpants and they have seen better days, but I just can't help myself. They call to me on Fridays.
So I put them on, and I drove over to the grocery store. And I bought Aaron and me two great, big, freshly-baked cookies from the bakery counter. Then I got back in the car and drove home, and we ate them, and I smiled.
One day I might be able to tell you what a thing that was.