As it happens, I forgot to plan date night for the evening. Turns out that puddle jumping in your own foyer/guest room/hallway/craft room/laundry room is a decent last minute date. There is something uniquely bonding about two people pulling together for the common good and goal. It may also end up being the most expensive one we've had in a while. We'll see!
First instinct as my toes hit the puddles? "I should totally wake Lizzy up!" If she ever knew what she missed, she would be so upset. There was one point where I could step in and the top of my foot was covered! All from an hour and 15 minutes of flooding from a washing machine.