Okay, seriously. We went to Chipotle, home of the crack-laced irresistible tortilla chips, took in a showing of the strangers (where I nearly lost my shit with some teenagers who were theater-hopping & talking loudly IN MY EAR right when the movie was starting. Luckily they left promptly; I'm pretty sure they could feel my teacher-wrath building) before stopping by Whole Foods for an oatmeal carmelita (no, he was not there), then headed home for wine. And blogging. At least that's where I am right now; not sure where my husband is. Garage?
I just want to put in a little word for
And on that note, my wine is finished and my husband is reading over my shoulder in his boxer shorts. If he tries to scare me, though, so help me...Okay, I guess he's onto something.