Last night as I got ready to start cooking dinner (which was going to be baked spaghetti), my hubby decided to order us hibachi on a whim so that I wouldn't have to cook. He really DOES love me. : ) So we ordered in and had a home date night, complete with cuddling and funfetti cake for dessert. It was perfect. And that, men, is how you woo your woman.
And now my scrubs barely fit. That's how you know it was a great date night.