Just got back from San Francisco last night. You know how there's so much to do as soon you get back from vacation--and you're too exhausted to do it? Well, today I did some writing, took a nap that turned out to be about 3 hours of my life I'll never get back, then asked my husband if he'd rather have food in the frige or a clean house. He said, I can't have both? Yeah, in an alternate universe, maybe. But the man definitely thinks with his stomach and sent me off to shop. I was hoping for a maid to clean while I was gone, but I'll have to hint louder next time.
How was your day, honey?