When I went to leave work, my bike had a flat tire. In addition, Jason called earlier to say that no, he really couldn't take the girls this weekend, despite the fact that up until about 4 hours before, it wasn't a problem.
Yet despite all this, after my evening, I'm walking on sunshine.
Jess picked me up around 5:45, and we started our trip laughing as we fought over my German tendancies to always do my best to win an argument. We laughed all the way down to Boston, where we parked (for free!) on the street, and went into the Children's museum.
I would like to state, for the record, that they need to convert that thing into an adult's museum. I want free reign of the climbing apparatus, access to the building and drawing toys, the big loom things for kids to weave, and a green screen to play around with. Screw this "It's for the kids" stuff, I want to participate.
We then took the T over to Ye Olde Oyster Bar, the oldest restaurant in the United States according to its placemats, for some of the best fish I've ever had. Caught a cab ride back, and made it back to New Hampshire with two sleeping children in the backseat.
The girls were wonderfully well behaved. Jess was wonderfully happy. Seeing her smile makes me the happiest man in the world. All in all, I had a wonderful day, an end to a pretty crappy week. Thank you, Jess, for the wonderful trip, and the wonderful planning, and the wonderful you. The last, of course, being the most important.