My moon, my man.
Earlier in the week, my boyfriend and I had made plans on partaking in an illegal activity and then going to the best mexican restuarant to enjoy its menu to its fullest. Nothing else compares to Los Tres. I'm getting a "numero uno" with a cheese enchilada, chicken enchilada, and a hard beef taco. I'm also getting sour cream. I haven't stopped thinking about it all week.
Last night, I had a dream that he said he didn't want to go. I woke up this morning and asked him why he changed his mind. I hate those dreams where you can not tell it from reality. Anyways, we will be going, and I will be absolutely happy.
We're getting a new manager on Monday. The assistant store manager aka. "Work Mommy" is being transferred to another store. I'm kind of excited to see what will happen, and then the other part of me is terrified about the change. Oh well. We will see.