the way to a woman's heart (at least this woman) is through the kitchen. cooking? no. baking? no. washing the dishes. i used to always say that i dreamed of a man who would stand at the sink and wash dishes when i was done cooking. i totally thought it was a fantasy - right up there with someone who was devestatingly handsome and remarkably humble - but its not. i found him and i married him. and tonight, he and two of his friends cleaned up the destruction i left in my wake.
thank you boys. thank you. i do not take this for granted.
also:
today we went on a search for a missing kid, and my office chair broke. now what will i sit in?
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