Kickin' Up Our Heels

Tonight was a date night for Mr. DH and me; we went to the movies, but not after debating who picked the last movie and whose turn it was to choose. Going to the movies is never as simple as just picking a movie and going; we have such different tastes in movies, that we each have separate Netflix accounts and separate DVD players. What we do share in common is our poor memory of what movie we saw last in a theater and who picked it. I swear he's chosen the couple of movies, but he says it isn't so (even though the only movie he can remember me ever picking was The Devil Wears Prada, which of course was about five years ago). So for the record, we saw Red. And it was his pick.

To his credit, he went out of our way after the movie to fill up the tank at this gas station, just so I can get a picture of this sign at night. Just for kicks.