My husband is a pain in the ass and I harp on him a lot around here. Hell, he’s one of the reasons I started blogging. But he actually did something (something really small… but something) for me.
I am having another bad day — this time, not because a bunch of stupid crap went wrong like dropping the butter and such. This time because of me… whatever is wrong with me… the many, many things wrong with me. I’ve written FOUR posts today but they’re all too depressing to publish. Then my husband came home with something I forgot I asked for. I still feel awful and don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon… but at least I get this.
He can be thoughtful!
He remembered that I asked
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