- Breakfast. Chris was nice enough to fix sausage, biscuits and gravy on Saturday morning. He made them a little differently and I thought the gravy, which I drowned my biscuits in, tasted like baking soda. I was so hungry (go figure) and craving that breakfast, that when I couldn’t eat it, I began to cry. And cry and cry. Poor Chris. He made a Sonic run for me and got me a breakfast burrito.
- Stinky litter box. I was going to try to chip away at our mountain of laundry on Saturday but every time I went near the washer and dryer, I saw the gross, dirty litter box that Chris had not yet cleaned. I got so frustrated, I began crying hysterically. Then I had a headache on top of my earlier crying headache which didn’t go away the whole day.
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