This morning, I got all the way to my car before I realized that I'd gotten dressed wrong, putting on a gray shirt, brown pants, and a green tie-- tricked by the light in my bedroom that distorts colors. I had to head back in and change, pointing out to Sweetie that I work in a law firm, not Cirque du Soleil, and causing me to run behind. Luckily, I've got my 3 Good Things from yesterday to cheer me up today:
1. There were Junior Mints just sitting out on the counter when I got home from work, available for snacking even though officially I do not snack, but it's not snacking if you just grab a couple of Junior Mints from the open box someone left there and then head upstairs to find out where everyone is.
2. Mr F played Legos with me. For 3 years now, the only thing Mr F and Mr Bunches have done with Legos is tear them apart. But last night, Mr F was helping me build with them. (Then Mr Bunches would tear them apart.)
3. There was pizza for dinner... thanks to me. The Boy has been in charge of selecting and cooking dinners this week due to a reversal of chores I imposed last week when he complained about us not having groceries. His planned meal for last night was... soup and rolls, which I didn't understand at all. But he was then busy with his friends when dinner time came, so I took it upon myself to cook dinner and change it do soup and rolls and pizza.
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"You have genital warts" is probably not a good as hearing, "You have genital warts...AND PIZZA!".
Works in pretty much any situation you can think of, right?
I probably should have made "add 'and pizza' one of the 1001 ways...
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