Call me a hopeless romantic but I just couldn't find it within myself to make the husband and I go to Bootcamp this evening. After looking into the tired eyes of the man who got up at 5 a.m. to make me an extra special awesome out-of-this-world breakfast, I knew I'd win Worst Wife of the Year Award if I dragged us out into the cold to be tortured by our teeny instructor.
So we stayed home, ate sushi, cuddled on the couch, played Wii, and – lest we create the mistaken impression we're anything less than hardcore – we even went for a gentle walk around the neighbourhood. Booyeah. We're so tough.