Shake for lunch!

No body dysmorphia here! Just furry unconditional love. Especially if you have some chicken to share.

Today I'm meeting my mom for dinner at Rus Uz after work. Rus Uz is the unfortunately named but pretty good Russian-Uzbecki restaurant in Ballston. I'm kind of hooked -I've been three times. Russian food isn't great but it is my heritage, and there's something about the place that makes me feel at home. Maybe it's the way you can order something and the twenty-something waiter looks uncomfortable and says, "Unfyochunately, ve don't khev." Maybe it's the beautiful china and wine glasses in the midst of fast-casual dining mecca Arlington. Maybe it's the way the website says they open at 11, but really they don't open until 11:30.

My dad refuses to go because there'll be too many Russians there. He knows he's bound to get into conversation with someone he doesn't want to talk to. Such are the perils of being a gregarious grouch, as he and I both are.

But my mom's heard enough about it and wants to go, and I don't need much arm-twisting. So, today I'm going to have a shake at work for lunch! I'm going to go to Protein Bar and get them to make me a shake but use the Arbonne protein. They have almond milk so it's perfect. I might be kind of hungry during the day, but I have an important and fairly stressful meeting today, so I think I'll be pretty well distracted.

And, we're about halfway through! How crazy is that! Cheers!