In which I am called a Nazi and get to hold hands

Today was an interesting day. Not a bad one, but it sure started out that way. I woke up from some wonky dreams and had to take a good long shower.
When I made it downstairs, I found that our dog had stolen and eaten an entire pan of chocolate covered short bread cookies that I had baked the night before as Christmas presents. I was mad at him, and figured that he had already had enough food, so I put them in the crate with no food and headed off to work.

Currently, I'm watching an interesting movie called Cash Back. It's entertaining enough that you should watch it. It's so good that I don't really feel like I'm trying hard enough to write the things that I need to get out today.
My husband and I had a good day. He accepted a position as a production manager at the place he had been temping. This is making him feel really good, which is making me happy. He even voluntarily went to Costco and Target with me tonight.
We had the annual dive party, it was fun. I ate a bunch but not too much. I had a drink bought for me by an older friend that we don't see very often, that was unusual. My husband had a bunch of drinks including a wasabi 7 that sounded horrible. Because he was at the belligerent level of drunk, I got to drive him home  During the drive, he kept calling me a nazi for not letting him throw snowballs at pedestrians.
Overall, it was a fun night. I felt loved.

• My hubby was in such a good mood that he voluntarily went shopping with me. He even held my hand!
• He felt loved - I gave him lots of back scratches at the party

And I'm off to bed!