One set of tickets to an event.

One set of friends invited to share an evening.

Dinner at a nice Italian restaurant.

Luis has planned a surprise evening for us in early February. I have no idea what we are doing, just that it involves tickets, dinner and friends and that my husband thinks I will love it. The anticipation is killing me, but I promised that I won't try to find out what we are doing.

What I love most of all is the idea of a surprise date planned by and spent with the man I have loved for nearly two decades.

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
~Erich Segal

I have never been a believer in astrology. I don't know why, as I embrace enough other woo-woo stuff and find relief in things that ought not to work like homeopathics. Astrology has never done it for me, for whatever reason.

That said, I am starting to wonder if there might be something to it.

A couple of times a year, things go haywire with the kids. We lose the ability as a family to talk, listen and understand. After a week or so of going nuts with this, I end up reading a comment from one friend or another online about Mercury being in retrograde. Every. Time.

Apparently Mercury rules communications, and when it goes retrograde (what on earth does that even mean??), it all gets messed up.

Sure enough, happened again last week and not only with the kids. What a mess all around on the communication front last few weeks. Oiy.