Last week Doug, Kendra and I went out to dinner. It was kind of spontaneous as I thought I was going to just throw together something from my kitchen and had pretty much planned to do so in my sweats. But, at the Eleventh hour, we decided to go out. Something chill.
I can't complain.
I have heard that phrase uttered by countless people, countless times, and never really given it much weight. Until I realized, very recently, what it meant.