post script

I realized that it sounds like I typically want to throw things at Joe, my husband.

This is not true. Once in a while, maybe.

Today (and many other days) he made a p.b. & j sandwich and put crackers in a ziplock bag and made coffee for me to take to school.

Yesterday he did the laundry.

The day before he washed the car.

The day before that.... something else wonderful.

lucky.


What I found waiting for me in the kitchen this morning.