A few years ago, DH and I figured out that dining out on Valentine's Day meant waiting forever to be seated in a crowded restaurant, or opting for mediocre cuisine. These days, we choose an off night for dinner out, and typically the night before Valentine's.
Last night, we ventured out in the pissing rain for sushi. We took PeachPit with us, a choice unfathomable before becoming a parent. She's a girl who relishes her sushi, and a private boat of salmon and tuna nigiri puts her on best behavior.
Yesterday, my mood was piss poor, as has been the recent trend, so it's just as well DH had other company. I drink only occasionally, but last night I ordered sake and embraced it with vigor. I was loopy before the miso soup. When I got home, these were waiting for me:
Now, you might think, "Carnations? Really?" Mike doesn't fancy them himself; he thinks that carnations look like someone took perfectly good flowers and had at them with scissors. I like them because they are robust, and these days, I'll take all the robust I can get.
Posting the "Make My Day" meme today would have been a good move, but with apologies to all of the wonderful peeps in my blogging universe, there's only one person who could make my day right now. She's blogless, and we've never even met.
Now that you mention it ...
Carnation Crew, right ON. Sushi Crew, likewise!
Mishka, so that's how American men get the asian woman fixation!
Dorothy, Allison, Rebecca, and Liz, thank you for your good wishes.
Emily, that totally sounds like PeachPit. She's a natural pedagogue.
Claudia, oooo, the flower code! As a teenager, I was a little slow to realize that fourteen-year-old boys were not going to grok this form of communication.
Heather, I loved your uppity women laundry list.
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