My husband and I just had a craving for In-n-Out. It’s already 10:30 at night, but the nearest In-n-Out doesn’t close until one o’clock in the morning. The only problem is it’s 37 minutes away. Hah!

so I don’t think it’s going to happen. I think what’s going to end up happening is, I’m going to get up from watching our second episode of Ozark tonight. Then I’ll grab some brie cheese from the fridge and some crackers from the pantry.

But I don’t want to do it. My husband and I are negotiating who’s going to do it. But he’s got a perfect excuse — he’s got three dogs on the couch with him, napping. I don’t. In fact, I don’t have any excuse at all. I really just don’t want to get up.

I’m going to ask my older daughter to do it instead.