My wonderful mother brought my sister out so that they could watch the churren when I went out for Damon's 30th birthday and while I worked since Emberly's daycare provider was on vacation. But I managed to sneak a lunch out with Damon too, since going out for his birthday wasn't particularly intimate (though it was really fun, and interesting to drink after a dry year). It was nice to talk without being interrupted or rushed. I love him so much. I truly admire his endurance of my moodiness. And that's about as mushy as I can be.