Thursday, in a moment of what would best be called a near breakdown, I pulled over and breathed in. And out. And in again. And out again. My phone was ringing off the hook with one crisis after another and it just became too, too much.
And then I realized I hadn't eaten. That guy that I like so much? He stocks my car with treats.
He's a keeper.
Being silly is one thing...the guy photo bombing us?
Sooo funny! We had no clue!
Supper? Risotto with leftover chicken, peas and a few spoonfuls of pesto. It would've been good eaten while sitting at the kitchen table, but eaten while sitting on the couch in pj's and watching The Bachelor?
It's the little things that make me happy.
This weekend is a biggie...we've got 50 college students coming for supper and I haven't done a thing yet. Gotta make some meatballs!