I knew I shouldn't have gloated about my late mornings last week.
All hell broke loose at the office today... half an hour before I was due to go home.
Of course it did.
When I finally found sanctuary at J's place, I was greeted with the homey smell of garlic bread wafting from the oven, [lowfat turkey] meatballs simmering in sauce, and a glass of pinot noir waiting for me by "my spot" on the couch. Awesome.
Totally shameless 100% NON-guilty pleasure numero uno: anytime J cooks dinner.
Crisis averted!
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J sounds like a terrific housewife :)
Yess. This is what life is suppose to be like!
He pretty much rules. I think it's because he sensed the irritability-bordering-on-rage in my texts and feeding me was easier than the alternative. :)
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