On days like yesterday, when you wake up and are already having what you term an "ugly day," and then go to work and everything seems to go wrong and to your utter horror and mortification, you resort to crying in front of two of your co-workers, and then somehow manage to get grease on your shirt and hair as you're walking into your house at the end of the lousy workday...it sure is nice to have this cutie face to come home to.
Also, might I say thank you to whoever blew the generator that caused us to be without power for most of the night yesterday. It had been far, far too long since John and I had been on an actual "date," so thanks to the no power (and thus, no stove or oven), we had ourselves an impromptu dinner date.
And last but not least, thank you to whomever invented sweet pork and decided it would taste good in a salad. Sweet mother of pearl, that's some good eatin'.
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