Okay. Here I am. Facing my own reality. I am hungry and have to leave in 20 minutes for a dreaded couple’s therapy session. At least I got a shower in. Could someone please bring me something healthy to eat. Is there such a thing as healthy comfort food? I didn’t think so. I dread couple’s therapy. I dread the words “so… how did things go this week?”
I once posted the above on my Facebook page. It was liked exclusively by men. Not exactly what I was going for. I was posting it about my mother in law. Trying to acknowledge the crazy in a silly way.
I literally do feel crazy today.
Oh, Blue Eyes just showed up with a piece of delicious fried chicken for me from one of the best restaurants in town. He hit the comfort food on the mark. I guess I am a lucky girl.