Hey everybody. (all two of you anyway) Just wanted to check in quick. The occasion: my perfect hubby. (Warning, mush may follow. If you gaggie, no readie. Yep, that's what I said.) Anyway, I had a really, really, can't-emphasize-really-enough, bad kind of day at work yesterday. We won't go into it, but lets just say it sucked. So my hubby took me to Perkins after work (I get home around 10:30ish most nights) and fed me pie late at night. (I managed my own utensil, but you get the gist.)

AND, for the really selfless act, I ordered coffee (decaf) and drank three cups. My sweetie, a andement coffee loather, never once made the regular faces or told me I had to scour my mouth with bleach before I kissed him.

What a romancer.

Mere words can't express how much I love this man, for the above and a plethera of other reasons.

Well, that's enough mush. Check in later for more!!