<human>: Can you give me the gist of the text in a nutshell?

My boyfriend and I have had to drive for nearly ten hours today, so I'd rather summarize what happened for all our sakes.

* boyfriend recently received a promotion to manager of one of his company's other locations (he's great at his job)
* appointment to sign lease on gorgeous apartment which I trusted him to choose without me (and he chose perfectly, knew he probably would given our shared tastes)
* both gladly quitting the green, smoked a celebratory joint for a week's worth of "sobriety"^lol before leaving this morning at 4:30AM
* woke up in good spirits as per our usual rapport, had phenomenal sex prior to washing up (in fact, had more phenomenal sex after everything was said and done before bed)
* stupidly went off on each other about the heat settings in the car
* managed to adjust the mood soon after, I slept in the back seat until 2:00PM or so
* smoked our second joint after eating lunch, I accidentally burned the middle of the joint, WAS successfully smoking the very end and leaving him the other half of the joint, flicked what I thought was ash, actually cherry that--by some stroke of *demonic* luck--melts a portion of plastic on (his company's rental car's) dash board
* he gets angry, we toss a few (unnecessary) jabs which is very uncharacteristic of us

I'm sure that the brunt of advice will suggest the stress of moving to a new city as a young couple, but prior to this day, we haven't even been feeling stressed about it. We live in a very shit city; there is no reason for us to feel any kind of anxiety, I'd think. In return, enjoy a picture of the little Corgi girl we'll soon be [adopting:](
<bot>: my lovely boyfriend and I should have enjoyed our road trip to sign the lease on our new apartment, but it was ruined by some shit mood of mystery origin