Monday, July 12, 2010

Dislike

I needed to be at work by 8 this morning.
I woke up at 8.

Dude on metro reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. In his suit. Blech.

I've gotten three times as many "You cut your hair!" than "I like your haircut!"


Unmentionables.

Huge fucking case of the Mondays.

Work.

Blerg.

Working late.

Guy on metro asserting manliness through personal space usage. So. Annoyed.

Can't wait to vent.

Walk in the door.

Pots boiling.
Mr. Perfect cooking.
A card.  For me.
A bottle of wine. For me.
Huge exhale.

He made me fancy tuna casserole.
Laugh/love it.

What was I going to say?
The day is gone.

And I am happy.

He does this to/for me.
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Posted by Erin at 9:39 PM
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5 comments:

  1. OMFG! I LOOOVE your hair! How do you always manage to look so damned cute, woman?

    Fancy tuna casserole, hm? That sounds pretty nifty. Recipe post, perhaps?
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  2. I should have clarified - that picture was taken the day I got it cut. I feel like we haven't gotten quite back there again. But thank you, thank you.

    And yes, the tuna casserole involved artichoke hearts, red peppers, and NO velveeta or cream of mushroom soup! (not that there's anything wrong with that)
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  3. It was a Mediterranean tuna casserole.
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  4. I love your hair. And I love Mr. Perfect for knowing how to make you happy! <3
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  5. I love your hair too! You always look so chic. :)
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