And Blaine even learned how to say "Shooshi"

Here's who I love: my husband. He is really good at making things fun. Tonight he called in an order to Demae, the best sushi place in these parts (not including The Happy Sumo, which is incredibly delicious but super duper pricey). Demae is especially great on Tuesdays, because they offer each roll for just three dollars! But after Taylor picked up the goods, do you think we just ate it out of its take-out boxes at our kitchen table in our little apartment? Oh no, Taylor arranged it beautifully on a plate, poured some Kikkoman soy sauce in a lovely little ramekin (by the way, don't ever buy any soy sauce other than Kikkoman. You will be sorely disappointed), grabbed our binoculars, told me to grab a jacket, and marched us outside. Why? Because he'd just heard on the radio that the space shuttle Discovery was about to fly overhead. And you know what? The crisp fall air made those shrimp tempura rolls even tastier. And Blaine loved the inari. And we saw a space shuttle.

I love this little family of mine.