“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.”

It was a nice Sunday. I know Sunday is traditionally a day of rest, but my Sundays always seem to be the busiest day of my week. I have off on Sundays and Mondays from my day job, so my Sunday feels like a Saturday. You'd think by now I would have gotten used to Sunday actually not being Saturday as it has been since time keeping began, but I am only usually reminded when I go to a store thinking it's still open and they actually closed hours ago because it is, in fact, Sunday, Christina, you idiot.

The Dane (my husband, who is usually referred to as my/the Dane in writing because it makes him sound majestic, like a rare dog or something.. right, onto the rest of the sentence now) and I went out to a hibachi restaurant with our friends and it was really, really good. I had the chicken hibachi entree which came with Japanese onion soup, a nice light salad with a citrusy dressing, vegetable fried rice (but not the disgusting holy crap how many chunks of sodium are in this thing), fresh noodles, chicken with garlic sauce, and grilled vegetables. It also came with mochi ice cream at the end! All for under $20, so I was happy. I left feeling full and happy and not full and gross like I sometimes do after a meal. A+, lunch. A+.

We then went to Radio Shack, Game Stop, Pet Smart, Target, to our friend's house, back to our house, played a board game (I totally won), and then rest. Then I realized I had a promise to keep.

So just so you know:

I will not be donating to the wrong campaign tonight.

Have a happy Saturday Sunday, friends.