I just had to air this publicly.

Yesterday I was crabbier than can be when I came home from work. (I blame impending PMS.) I came home and slept for an hour, and when he came home I was still kind of crabby. Possibly without even realizing it, he made me laugh (repeatedly) and memories of my bad day had disappeared.

You’re a good man, Mr. Hubs, without even realizing it. It truly is the little things that count.

[end mushiness]

On a side note…I have an appointment for a consultation at Uptown Tattoo tonight.