We made some fantastic chicken teriyaki for dinner last night.
I woke up from a dream this morning that I was a Cylon, and we were having a weekend retreat about how to be better Cylons. I woke up as they were giving us ballroom dance lessons; my partner sucked and couldn't lead for anything, but was a nice guy.
I woke up because Marty pounced on my chest and then snuggled in to go back to sleep. That was nice. :)
Yesterday was my mom's birthday - she's 56, how did that happen? - but due to scheduling quirks, we couldn't do anything with our whole family yesterday, so they picked me up this morning and we hit IHOP for a delayed family birthday breakfast (signs you've grown up - your dad doesn't argue with you when you and your sister split the check ). We had a giggly, chatty time. :) My rule when going to breakfast is to try to get things that I don't make at home (actually, that's pretty much my rule for going out to eat, period) so I got stuffed French toast. Oh, my, that's good stuff. If you find yourself at IHOP anytime soon, I highly recommend it - everyone at the table except for my dad had it, and we all thought it was very tasty. I'm getting ready to have my second piece for second breakfasts now. :)
 ... which resulted in a confused waitress and having to reboot the cash register. Oy.