This past Friday night was Date Night, which meant Prometheus tickets and chicken fingers.
Because everything that I know about alien life forms strongly suggests that they pair well with fried poultry.
Especially when accompanied by fermented beverages boasting yeasty bouquets suggestive of a fine cerveza.
This past Saturday was Errand Day, which meant supermarket trips and tin foil hat manufacturing.
Because everything I know about the impending alien invasion strongly suggests that tin foil hats will keep A. and I safe.
Especially when we are also fortifying with more chicken fingers.