Yargh

Dear Mr. D - I know that you are a little happy/grateful/excited that I have all of next week off between my two jobs, but let's keep the excitement in check. For instance, now that we aren't moving, I'm glad we found a new bookcase/TV stand that we both like for the living room. Hopefully, I can pull the books and knickknacks we don't need in one day and get everything ready to install for when you get home from work. It is a little convenient that most of the boxes came early, but I really think we should hold off pulling everything else out of the box at least until we get back from your parents' house this weekend. I agree that the one bookcase does look great, but since the old bookcases are still in place, it's a bit inconvenient (not to mention terrorizing Sasha) for it to be in the hallway to the front door. Maybe we can move it before we leave For our road trip tomorrow. I love you, I really do (and I promise to dispose of the two old laptops that have been in the bedroom).

Me

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Dinner Tonight

We made sausage and pepper pizza with homemade fried unknown squash. The pepper and squash (a zucchini-colored ball) came from our CSA box. I just breaded the zucchini and fried it up. I made the dough this morning before work and let it rise while we were gone. Mr. D made the sausage a few weeks ago so we just had to pull it out of the freezer. I was pretty proud of our little meal, but prouder that I remembered to take a picture before we ate it.

Use Video Games for Good, not Evil

Yesterday afternoon, my boss invented a report for us to do for a client for Monday, which left me to do some formatting for a PowerPoint, and we did not finish until 6:10 pm. On a Summer Friday*.

Anyway, as I suspected, Mr. D beat me home, but had not taken the dog out yet. Usually the dog-taking-out schedule is that I take her out in the morning, then when I get home, and Mr. D takes her out at night. There is a unspoken agreement that if Mr. D gets home first, he will take the Soosh outside. When I got home yesterday, Mr. D was plopped on the couch with the dog playing video games. "Have you taken the dog out yet?"

"No, I just got home from work, when would I have had time to do that."

In my head: "I don't know, the cowboy on screen is already halfway to wherever, how much time did that take?"

Out loud: "Hmm, fine. Do you want to take the dog outside or make dinner."

Him: "I'll make dinner."

Best deal I ever made. Not that dinner was going to be too difficult, some fish fillets with veggies from our CSA box (tomato and mozzarella salad and sauteed squash). Yumm.

*Summer Fridays are a weird thing. My brother-in-law asked my sister why we had summer Fridays, when our business wasn't necessarily seasonal. I think it's more of a New York, Northeast type of thing. Basically everyone gets out early on Friday, though some companies are just having off on alternate Fridays. Our office is a little more frustrating; since it's not a set time, we can't make plans dependent on our leaving early.