A couple of weeks ago I had a BAD day. In fact it was so bad that it’s in the running for being the King of bad days.
Drama at work.
Total emotional breakdown. Ridiculous sobbing.
Call to husband to explain the nightmare that I was experiencing.
I come home…. And I see that F.H. has purchased some flowers for me.
Flowers. Beautiful. Simple. Zero calories. The perfect gift.
* sigh*
It’s just what the doctor ordered.
If you don’t have some, go get some… because they definitely help to construct (or reconstruct as the case may be) the cutest you.
The Cutest Me 