so we're hanging out at home tonight. after going to the gym i didn't feel like putting on jeans just to hang around, so i'm wearing these shorts that i usually sleep in that steve likes. and i decide to bake this cranberry-orange pound cake that i'm pretty excited about. steve makes a martini, turns on the tivo, and is watching the game when we both realize: he's living a guy's dream. he's watching football, drinking a cocktail while his semi-dressed wife is baking.
tomorrow i think i'm going to tell steve to buy me a big fat bunch of flowers, then give me a massage, then we'll watch a cheesy girly movie (when harry met sally? or -- oooh, even better -- sex and the city!). that'll rock!

ps. the sooners are goners.