Today was just one of those days...I guess I'd call it a 'recovery day'.
Or something like that.
I'd like to say that I got lots done...but seriously, I did nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Well..I did take my middle son to the eye doctor and did a quick costco run. Other than that? Nothing.
No laundry. No bed making. No picking up or cleaning or food making.
And by mid afternoon I was feeling a bit foul. The kind of foul where every person in my house who was breathing seemed to annoy me...and you know what? There are a lot of people in my little house on my little street that breathe.
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So I decided to get out for a bit...meaning I walked to the mailbox.
Didn't want to overdo it.
And then that guy that I like so much (who had fallen into the breathing male category) suggested we (as in he and I and NOT our children) drive to Nick's for a little pasta.
Suddenly, his breathing no longer bothered me.
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So off we went. Me. Him. Cute car. Our favorite place to eat.
The more miles we drove, the more relaxed I became. Something about the fact that whatever I chose to eat, somebody else was going to be cleaning up after me.
I. love. that.
I had one of my favorite dishes...sausage and peppers and mushrooms and pasta in a sort of sweet marinara, all baked together with mozzarella on top.
It was yummy...and I get to eat it again tomorrow for lunch.
Leftovers rock.
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Life will be back to normal tomorrow...lots of laundry to be done and dishes to wash and food to be cooked.
Unless I find a wife between now and then.
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(the above pictures? that guy that I like so much and his brother and sister. they are a hilarious when they are all together...not sure which one is the instigator!)
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