My love, the sexiest man in the world, he-who-can-fix-anything, came home this afternoon after a night of being on call and a morning of attacking the encroaching rainforest on our lot in Santa Cruz. His new toy is a mega-strimmer with metal-blade attachment. He brought me some sore throat losenges, and bread.
I whined and snotted in his general direction, which I am sure made him really think "gee, I am so glad I came home to my sexy gorgeous wife." I pointed him in the direction of the ham, having not cooked the delicious Sunday spread which he deserved. He then repaired the oven, and entertained the kids, and swept the yard. Then he went back to work. He's a star.
Tomorrow I will be heading to work early, and will try to fill an order in record time. This is the time of year when I say "I will not take any last-minute Christmas orders, it is too stressful" but then I take them anyway because, ya know, THE MONEY!
And I can then go and buy Sean a really nice prezzie to put under the tree!
I whined and snotted in his general direction, which I am sure made him really think "gee, I am so glad I came home to my sexy gorgeous wife." I pointed him in the direction of the ham, having not cooked the delicious Sunday spread which he deserved. He then repaired the oven, and entertained the kids, and swept the yard. Then he went back to work. He's a star.
Tomorrow I will be heading to work early, and will try to fill an order in record time. This is the time of year when I say "I will not take any last-minute Christmas orders, it is too stressful" but then I take them anyway because, ya know, THE MONEY!
And I can then go and buy Sean a really nice prezzie to put under the tree!
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