lovely day

Yesterday was shitty. Tummy was meh, work sucky, back ouchie, hair not lustrous... the prototypical Crap day.


Evan sensed the foulness when I spoke to him in the afternoon, and was there that night when I got home, ready and waiting with dinner and a grocery sack of my favorite things. Black olives, jalapenos, bread, cheese... (:sigh:). And then at the bottom of the bag, it was... it was...

I am not ashamed to admit that I wept over a 4-pack of natural sodas.

Happy Anniversary, love.

Then I look at you and the world's alright with me...