more little things

It’s late, and I’m exhausted from work. I put in 10 hours day–split shift. My shoulders hurt, my head aches, and I’m hungry.  As I was driving home I thought, “Oh brother, what am I going to eat for dinner. Maybe I just won’t eat anything.” When I get home my wonderful husband has dinner for me–he stopped and picked up a macho burrito at Del Taco and he also poured me a glass of cream soda.

I like him.

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