…according to her husband.
1) buy a dozen roses, a chick flick, (Bride Wars) and tiny bite-sized sample cheesecakes.
2) present to Nobody, one at a time, as you are walking in the door at the end of the day.
3) listen to squeals of delight as a nasty day turns tail and runs for the hills while faced with Mr. Nobody’s totally sensitive and thoughtful awesomeness.
we have our problems, but my husband is such a good man. damn. i love that guy.
Continue reading How to Make Nobody Feel Better…
this morning started off bad.
then it got better.
then i decided to get some cleaning done.
unfortunately, i have officially called a cease fire, due to being wounded in action. a wine glass slipped off the rack while i was getting my broom, and after landing on my big toe, it shattered. a flying shard of glass sliced into the top of my foot, very likely cutting a vein. (you know how close they are to the surface of the foot on account of the bones there…it’s like a head wound)
so after putting a couple bandaids on it, and promptly bleeding through those bandaids, i am resting on the couch with a ginormous wad of gauze taped to my foot by a knee-sized bandaid. FUN.
my darling boy decided to get me some stuff to make me feel better. i promise i wasn’t complaining. actually, blood tends to freak him out (especially his own) so i was purposefully acting very non-chalant about it. but i think it freaked him out just a little bit anyways, so he had to get me something to make me feel better. in other words, he had to do something that would make him feel better.
so i’m sitting on the couch, and in front of me rests a juice box, a banana (with the top accidentally torn off) and a bag of prunes.
too bad i’m not hungry, eh?
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