My husband is really something. In a good way of course. I work in retail, so last Friday wasn't the greatest day of the year. It didn't help that I had to work Thanksgiving night either. Granted, most of the customers that came through were very nice and not combative. But it doesn't matter because unless they are really, really nice, the only people you remember are the rude idiots. All that to say... When I came home late afternoon on Black Friday, there were purple flowers and milk chocolate sitting on the dining room table. Tory told me the store was out of dark chocolate raspberry squares and he had been a bit peeved about it. The man knows me so well.
Yesterday I came home and the dishes were done and a meatloaf was in the oven. (I worked until 5:30 and we had to be somewhere by 7:00) Yup, that guy loves me a lot; am I lucky or what?
