I'm folding laundry, watching old episodes of The Office on Hulu, and bawling like a baby.
Quite irrationally.
EDIT: THREE HOURS LATER, THE TEARS TURNED INTO THOSE NASTY, CAN'T-CATCH-MY-BREATH, GUT-WRENCHING SOBS. YOU KNOW THE KIND - AN UGLY CRY. BUT HAVE NO FEAR - MY HERO SOON APPEARED, WITH THE FOLLOWING IN HAND:
- A SHOULDER (FOR CRYING)
- A DOZEN ROSES (JUST BECAUSE)
- A PACKAGE OF OREOS (YEAH BABY)
- A GALLON OF MILK (DUH)
AND HE FIXED DINNER.
GRACE ABOUNDS.
5 comments:
LOL!
Sounds like a good man!
But I am sorry you've had a rough day/week!
angela
Tony brought you oreos? Was he in the laundry room with Brian last night?! LOL!
Susan...check your stash!!
Beth...I love you. And I love God's timing that you are with a man who loves you so during times like these.
Yeah, I know those kind of cries. Boo. I'm sorry you had one, but I'm very glad you have a sweet smart man to bring you oreos.
Sending you hugs.
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