The evening ahead couldn't be more perfect: no homework, no practice, lots of rain, spaghetti with homemade tomato sauce, and a two hour episode of The Amazing Race.
We're easy like that.
Seriously, though, we love The Amazing Race. Joe and I always play along and discuss which one of us would do which road block. Maneuver through the rat infested Karni Mata Temple in India? Joe would so do that challenge. Drink pig's blood in a Hungarian castle? Joe, again. Restore a fresco on a church ceiling in Italy? ME! I would do that one.
Sometimes we talk about trying out for the show but I honestly don't think we'd survive -- Joe doesn't dance and I'm a wimp. If Joe had to wear lederhosen and learn the polka, we would be eliminated for sure; if I had to bungee jump, eat something weird, or go without my hair dryer I would do the ugly cry right there on national television.
So we're good right where we are -- eating spaghetti on a rainy winter evening and then watching the show from the comfort of our couch.