Compass

Some times you just need to reconnect. As have been written about before, Mr. Lumberjack and I are trying to save money. The things we do choose to put our money towards come few and far between. We can’t travel every day. We can’t invest in stocks every day. We can’t buy gym membership every day.

So…it can sometimes seem like our relationship is missing some romance. We used to go on dates almost every day, partly because we are fata$$e$ and wanted to try every thing in sight.

So when I was having a bad day, I told Mr. Lumberjack how $hitty it was. We decided to actually spend the next day together doing fun activities instead of the usual errands. We did a lot last Sunday and the plan was to cook dinner at home. However, our laziness and gluttony got the best of us, and we ended up at Compass.

We used the “date” word as a cover-up, nothing to formal. In fact, I think I showed up in workout shorts, so nothing romantic about that. The place was very casual. I walked up and I see people sitting outside watching the Packers vs. Bengals football game. Making my way to the door, I had to weave around three giant dogs.

We sat near the window to get some great natural light and a good view of the game. Going down the list, we ordered a few things. The appetizer was large enough for the both of us, and to be honest, I was full at that point. I ate a slice of pizza and called it a night. It is that grandma soul in me again.

Mr. Lumberjack and I walked home, and as he was sitting down, I yell to him, “Help me with my yoga poses.” I unrolled the mat and tried a head stand, blood rushing to my head. He held my feet before I couldn’t take the pressure on my neck any more. That yoga piece was all in a span of 2 minutes.

And that pretty much sums up our relationship.

-Amy

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