Sally Field has nothing on me.
They like me, they really like me! My fist words in the door after coming back from an unplanned presentation where I feel like I pooped spray-painted golden nuggets (to be crass and graphic).
DH lifted his weary head off the sofa, blurry eyed from fatigue. “Oh, of course dear.”
I was high as a kite. Nothing bothered me. I had patience galore. Love and honey was running through my veins, even though CU3 was having night terrors and was being totally unreasonable, and other sheet storms were brewing.
Alas, thank small gawds for those rose-coloured glasses!
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