Saturday, June 17, 2006
Root Beer and Creme Horns
I awoke this morning to two surprises...one good and one bad. I got up early this morning (Saturday, I know...sacrilege) to go and help put together bags of cookies for the dads at church (Father's Day). I went into the kitchen and saw the bad surprise first....Cocoa (my dog) had gotten into the trash and felt the need to distribute it over the whole floor. The only thing that saved her from a neck ringing was the second surprise. My love had thought of me during a store run last night and bought me creme horns...my fav pastry. I remember a time when we were still newlyweds and we had had an argument one night (probably over something silly) and the next morning, I awoke still upset. I intended to stay mad for a while until I opened the fridge and sitting on the middle of the top shelf was a bottle of root beer. I smiled and forgot why I was mad. Just when I think he doesn't notice me or forgets to...he does something like that. I got pretty lucky when I snagged him.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
Rootbeer fixes everything. Well, almost everything. Duct tape fixes the rest. You are apparently easily pleased.
I got up at 2 am this morning.
What the devil for? I fell asleep not long before that...on the couch, as usual.
Work, as usual. Actually, I didn't really sleep Friday night, unless you count the hour I fitfully dozed. And I didn't sleep last night either. I blame my friend Dave's b-day party for that one. So I'm pretty exhausted at the moment.
Now THAT'S a good man! Does he have a manual published that I could read? haha
By the way...LOVED the KID PICS! :)
He'd probably have a couple chapters in that book that I would like to ignore (bad habits, forgetfulness, etc). But all in all, he would probably write a decent book on the art of husbandry. I definitely have to give him credit for hanging in there on my bad days.
Post a Comment