A bit of an exhale

Oh, last week was long. Long and crabby. The days never seemed to end, the annoyances never seemed to stop, and my dreams were full of sad things. If it weren’t for how much fun we’re having with my stepson (code name: the Tauntaun) around, I might have taken to my bed in a grump.

Then on Friday night I went out for drinks and dinner with three coworkers, and we sat around telling outrageous stories about ourselves (translation: mostly me), teasing one another, and generally laughing our heads off. It was terrific.

Also terrific: Cherie Priest’s Boneshaker, which took up all of yesterday. I didn’t get a dang thing done in favor of reading, and it was totally worth it.

My mom and sister have taken up a Saturday night tradition of surf & turf (the surf is different every week), and last night Dingo and I had our own version of it. We went to our favorite place, Masa’s Sushi & Robata Bar (fondly known in our house as The Robot Bar). They make the best beef teriyaki I have ever had. Dingo had the beef, and I had the salmon. I ate the cabbage it came on top of, as well, and both my and Dingo’s seaweed salad. Alas, after all that I didn’t have room for his cabbage too.

Yes. I am a shameless eater of garnishes. It’s a schtick. Plus I really love cabbage.

During dinner we had a totally goopy conversation about how awesome it is to be married to one another and that given the enormous piles of steaming crap we’ve surmounted, it’s hard to imagine anything that would drive us apart.

I definitely feel a little better.

Tomorrow: pictures. Pictures of great cuteness. Possibly accompanied by nostalgic romanticism.