It really takes so little to thrill me. Tonight, since we have no dance, baseball, softball, t-ball, play practice or scouts, dh and I are going to the Root Beer Stand. A real one where they bring your food to a tray stuck in your window. I will eat coney dogs with onions (an advantage of 18 years of marriage) and drink cold root beer from a frosty mug. It really is good in a so bad it's good kind of way. We will listen to '80's rock on the radio and generally revert to our younger selves, if only for an hour.