It’s Just Tuesday. No More, No Less.

Thanks to a disgustingly cold evening the night before, I was pissed off most of the day, with my anger unfairly directed at M. Turns out the pilot light on the heater broke and the boiler is on its last leg. After some shopping therapy, I came home to a box of chocolates and a burrito bowl from Chipotle. M didn’t have to do that, but awww… what a sweetheart.

Hope you’re enjoying the evening and indulging on good stuff. But remember, the candy will go on sale tomorrow.

Valentine’s Day Weekend

My Valentine's Day Surprise

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know I'm behind.

When I got back to the apartment Saturday morning I was expecting M to still be passed out in bed. Instead when I opened the door, it smelled wonderful. M woke up early and whipped up some stuffed french toast for breakfast!

Aside from one slighty burnt piece, the french toast was just buttery sweet goodness. I went to sleep very content that morning.