Frenzied after a stressful pre-vacation day at work and running late for a board meeting, I call Joe (after phoning my mom to yell at her for leaving me a voicemail, because I’m a you-know-what) to warn him I’m in a horrible grouchy mood and won’t see him for a few hours. (Sorry, mom, for not forewarning you of my impending bitchiness via text message.)
An hour and a half later, I walk in the house to this:
To top it off, Joe tells me to go get in my comfiest clothes and pours me a microbrew from O’Fallon:
And puts on a genius love mix that melts away any frustration I was feeling when I walked in the door. Sigh.
All this, and tax breaks to boot?!
Tomorrow, I might end up working for a few hours, but I have a hike in balmy weather and a haircut to sweeten the deal. Then, New Orleans bound!