my social butterfly

ronnie called me on his way home from work

and asked if i cared if him and a friend went out to dinner.

um, no.

i kind of called ronnie out in my last post for

never really wanting to do much socializing.

so the combo of a weekend out with his friends

followed up by a night of pizza and beer is

the most action ronnie's had in awhile.

who is the little social butterfly?

i love it.

not just because its good for ronnie to get out of the house,

but because i get a night to myself too.

and it makes me feel less guilty when i call in my turn for a girls night.

plus i took advantage and drove brette and i to DQ

and got us some ice cream,

(by us, i mean me.)

and now i'm in bed,

with a blizzard,

getting ready to read a book.

this is the life.

ronnie really needs to go out more often.

who wants to invite him to dinner next week?

i promise he's a good time.