who made the salad?
After more than a year of a self-imposed hiatus with wardrobe expansion, coupled with the bequeathing of many (many) more garments to the Loaves and Fishes crowd, I finally succumbed to an “overstock” sale on a favorite website. It was a fashion coup. A good time was had by all.
I’ve been labeled “too sensitive” since I was little; however, after decades of dealing with others without empathy, compassion, or depth, I feel lucky to be “too sensitive”. (Despite that, if you call me names, I’ll probably cry.)
The best nights are when I can set the table, open the wine, prepare salads and chill them all before she comes home. Dinner together is the highlight of my day, though not merely because of her culinary talents – which, like all of her gifts, are significant. (Just another hour to go.)
Absconding with Lulu is worth the potential jail time (if we’re caught), but knowing Cookieface would be forever brokenhearted has kept me on the path of the straight and narrow.
It seems the universe often conspires on my behalf, and I am grateful. (I’m also grateful for pistachios and a lot of other things as well.)
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