I was making homemade spaghetti sauce yesterday. Chopping, peeling, blanching, stirring my painfully dry, little hands away. I was listening to a remix of Adele’s Rolling in the Deep for the fourteenth time (it’s brillz.) I almost dropped my precious veggies when I saw this p.y.t on the refrigerator. A little ladybug made my whole afternoon.
Brad left today, but not until after he left me the cutest love Post-it on the kitchen table. Jealous? He’s in Montana for preseason sales until tomorrow. Which essentially means I am alone. No Bradley.
No Don Draper. We promised each other we’d never watch an episode of Mad Men without the other. Levi considers that cheating with Don Draper, and Brad agrees.
He didn’t say anything about Jersey Shore though.