My stomach was doing flip-flops all day. And I'm sure the greasy tacos I had for lunch during our office Secret Santa exchange didn't help matters.
No, my stomach was doing gymnastics because I had a date tonight. A dinner date with The Boy, who I haven't seen since October. And I was nervous.
I made fettuccine Alfredo with garlic bread. And for someone who isn't much of a cook, I must say it was quite tasty. Granted it wasn't too difficult to make, but I was quite impressed with myself, especially since my specialties usually come from a box.
And afterwards, we watched High Crimes, a movie I own on DVD, but honestly don't think I've ever watched.
The night was good. And my stomach has stopped doing gymnastics. And that's all I'm going to say about that. :)