I usually go to bed too late and then complain about it the morning after. I’m always rushing, debating if I should skip putting on mascara in the interest of time. And I always, always, always forget to have breakfast. Of course Tyson saves the day. Today, he brought me the most perfect sugary donut from Macey’s. After he left, one of my co-workers said, “Your husband is the nicest guy.” Then another one of my co-workers turned around and said, “Yeah, you scored.” Because, obviously I did.
Now I’m done bragging about my husband. Did I mention that he’s the best? Okay, good.