Oh, it’s such a perfect day; I’m glad I spent it with you…
I had a bet with my husband that I lost. I am not that good at winning bets from him, but I give it my all every time. I think over the years I probably owe him about a million dollars with all the bets I’ve lost to him. So when it’s really important now we don’t bet money. (He knows he’s not collecting.) This bet was about Paris Hilton. I thought she wouldn’t do a day in prison and would find a way to buy her way out of her predicament. He bet the opposite and he was right. Only the most important global issues are discussed at our house. 
So what were the stakes? Whoever lost has to plan the most perfect day for the winner. So I’ve got some planning to do. Perfect really has to be perfect. I can’t half ass it. I think each sense has to be planned for. And it has to be interesting. Any suggestions? I will be updating here with ideas. I am thinking that dinner at the South Street Seaport has to be involved somehow…
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June 7th, 2007 at 1:53 pm
wow- did she do a day? a full 24 huh.
i thought she would be hung publicly…just kidding. that was harsh
i suggest a nice meal out- cold beer- a nice walk with C$- and feet up on the couch- early to bed. simple and realistic (perfect).