or Betty Crocker.
which one was the cooker?
regardless, i made a delicious meal one night.
frozen meatballs.
jarred pasta sauce.
rotini noodles.
broccoli.
your mouth is already watering. i can tell.
the details are beyond the point.
i created a meal from scratch and waited for Mr. REA to come over.
and waited. and waited.
and waited.
at 9:30, i ate alone.
at 9:35, i went to bed.
in the morning, Mr. REA was there in bed. sound asleep.
i fought the urge to wake him up abruptly and demand answers.
note: this is also referred to as hiding the Crazy Card
i walked blindly into the kitchen to turn on the sink light.
oh but wait what's this?
a note.
i turn on the coffee maker.
and what's there?
another note.
i stumble into the bathroom.
what's on the mirror?
a note.
three little yellow sticky pieces of paper later, and all was forgiven.
you're so lovely.
you're the best.
you're so beautiful.
now that's what i refer to as, the cutest thing ever.
you're so lovely.
you're the best.
you're so beautiful.
now that's what i refer to as, the cutest thing ever.
