It's DATE NIGHT!

I'm beside myself excited because after an uber crummy week, we're heading out on a date.

Just Matt and I.

I've had such a crap last few days that I think I've cried every single day. I think the supermarket incident just tipped me over the edge, and I'm sporting some really pretty bruises from that too.

So we're going out to see Bridesmaids. My choice. I need a big belly ache. Seen it? Magic or tragic?