I love it when there’s a weekend where we’re not travelling or busy with a dozen things to do. Gene and I went to the grocery store and then we made lunch and made cookies and got strawberries ready for dessert tonight and I’m doing laundry and it’s almost all clean but not folded yet and the pork chops are thawed out for dinner and the sun is shining and I realize:
Life is good.
Everything feels positive and good and like nothing will ever go wrong again and someone get me some Clomid because I want a baby.
I love weekends like these.