it started off like any other day.
then the Husband got up, just before i was ready to leave for work...wanting me to read some letters he had written. he then reads them out loud.
baby, i love you, but if read them a) it'll go faster & b) i can actually see if you need anything rewritten.
i leave. i stop at the bagel place for a hot chocolate & bagel. i reach in my purse for my wallet, and find this big boxy black thing that strangely looks like the Husband's wallet.
after i get to work, i call him & tell him i have it. OK, i'll come get it later he said.
i worked in our Holiday Boutique again. oh, and i took home my items, since i didn't sell a single thing.
then i had scheduled a meeting with some people to brainstorm some ideas for next year. my boss, in the meeting with me, proceeds to take it over & run with it. then one of the team members proceeds to go on a rant about how everyone is getting a break at work but her.
finally, this frustrating day is done. i decide to stop at the grocery store to get some ingredients so i can do some baking & fudge making. i'm feeling better. grocery shopping does that for me.
OK, so i'm weird.
i get home. i'm making the Dream Bars, when i turn to the sink.
the pan of scalloped potatoes that i made for dinner last night are in there. covered.with.water.
apparently Husband decided the potatoes weren't good. i mourn. i move on.
Dream Bars are in the oven. i'm making fudge.
i don't have enough sugar.
Husband calls...he's on his way home from turning in his resignation...so i ask him to stop & get me some sugar.oh, and why did you soak the potatoes?
i thought you were done with them, he says.
oh holy heck. i'm now in the market for a good glass of wine.
something that goes with Dream Bars.