Dad was here!

Living in WA is great.  Other people want to come here too, so you get to see them sometimes.  It's ideal.

Dad came down for some CEUs, and although we didn't get to hang around a lot (something about work still to do at the house- who is excited for THAT to be done??), we grabbed some extra hugs and had the fanciest steak house dinner I've ever had.  I enjoyed the pants off my salmon, and all the sides where amazing.  Lobster Mashed potatoes?  Those big roasty mushrooms? Creamed Spinach, that really should have been called creamed bacon with some leaves in it? Oh yeah- we were living large.  WE had so much food that we actually got a box for the SPARE bread pudding.  Yes, you read that correctly, Dad couldn't finish his bread pudding, so now I will.  Sometimes I worry my family must think I am starving/sub-par in the kitchen.  I will work on dissuading you all of this when I feel at leisure to commit myself to some time in there.  In the meantime, yes, I will eat ALL the leftovers.

And that was really nice, because otherwise it was a kinda bad week.  I got a parking ticket at my internship, and we had a legal issue at work that required me to stay late.  Ahem.  And work Saturday.  And I still didn't get a job offer for my dream job.  So it was really nice to see my Dad and talk to him about MRI data and hear about the updates to his retirement schedule (just another year or 2, people!) and get some extra hugs.