a head of my own

Just came back from a lunch-date with my hubby. It was good. We had sushi. I'm liking it more and more. It's his last day of vacation, so I feel bad for him, especially since he didn't really do anything special or went anywhere. But at least he enjoyed a couple of days to himself, and this afternoon he's treating himself to a nice hot-stone massage. Good for him. He deserves it. It's Friday, so tonight, supposedly, is my movie night, but I haven't decided if I wanna go or not yet.