Last night Curt and I got the kids down with frightening ease, and after finding nothing on TV searched through the Netflix movies gathering dust to find something to watch. He quickly vetoed the first two, but for some reason still unknown to me agreed to watch Atonement.
It was by far the best night I've had in a long time; he even let me have the coveted corner spot on the couch, and didn't grumble when I stole swigs off of his beer. Maybe it was Keira Knightly's *almost* nudity, maybe my hand tucked into the waistband of his pants, or maybe he felt guilty for the craptastic Mother's Day, but he watched it, every minute of it.
Almost makes up for the 396 hockey games I watched this year.
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