On the downside, I grabbed the wrong Doritos at the store, so that was a bummer. (3 Good Things From The Weekend)

It's a great day in America, isn't it? Yes, I'm talking about the health care reform bill. But I'm also in a good mood because every day I think about 3 Good Things that happened to me before that day, and use them to keep me happy. Things like:


1. A Friday off of work! I was supposed to go in late on Friday, babysitting the Babies! while Sweetie took The Boy to the doctor, but around noon I made the decision to just stay home. Everyone ought to play hooky now and then.

2. This time, the Rachael Ray dinner turned out much better. I've started, every Sunday, picking out some new fancy recipe from all the cookbooks we have, and making a dinner we've never had before. Last week's recipe from Rachael Ray was some sort of way-too-olive-y pasta dish that nobody liked (although Oldest said last night that we should have given her the leftovers, because she loves olives, something I never knew.)

Last night's was supposed to be an Orange-Barbecue chicken, but the Babies! and I couldn't find "chipotle peppers in adobo sauce" in the grocery store (we did find pizza samples, proving that they do really exist), so we went with a kind of salsa instead of that, and cooked it all up.

The side dish was supposed to be baked bread with goat cheese on it, but we couldn't find goat cheese, either (we're not very good at finding stuff), so we got feta cheese, and it was only after cooking it all that I learned (from Oldest and Sweetie) that feta cheese doesn't melt when you cook it.

Which makes me wonder if it's cheese at all.

But in the end, the kind-of-barbecue-orange chicken, and the bread, was delicious.

3. I danced with Sweetie for as along as Mr F let us! Friday night, hanging out after dinner and relaxing, I put on this song:



And asked Sweetie to dance, right there in our living room. She accepted, and we danced for about 10 seconds before Mr F, our own personal chaperone, separated us and made us sit down. When he left, we started dancing again, and he came back and separated us again. It was just like high school all over again -- except this time my date wasn't imaginary.

102 down, 10,643 to go: Sometimes, I get some songs that I don't initially like, and then they come on at some time like when I'm playing catch with Mr F on a Friday morning off from work, and they catch my ear, and the combination of cool music and fun thing I'm doing makes me like the song.

That's what happened with song 102, Safe & Sound by Electric President: