A long time ago, when my husband and I were more financially challenged younger, we would have date nights at the house; and by house I mean one bedroom apartment totaling about 525 square feet..  Neither of us were really the going out types and lets be honest even if we were, we were broke couldn’t. 

So in our beginning stages, date night would consist of me cooking dinner, us watching the playoffs, and him helping me study for my nursing exams.  Side note:  I never became a nurse.

In those times my then boyfriend, was a stone cold, die hard Lakers’ fan and so all the games we watched had purple and gold in them.

We would eat, scream at the TV, and I would learn about nursing and what different plays were, why the refs were stopping the game, and who sucked and who was good.  Read more...