The monotonous duties of work are upon me: scheduling adult programs again? Really? Didn't I just do this for March? YES. Boring! Today I'm against such tasks. I cannot concentrate on anything except my upcoming lunch and then, 5 o'clock.
Last night I worked late and came home to the yummiest homemade dinner I've ever had: Steve's (now) infamous shepherd's pie. I cannot wait to inhale the leftovers at lunch (thirty minutes and counting). For dinner the night before he grilled chicken (best marinade ever: olive oil, salt, pepper) and we had it with our homegrown lettuce. Salivating yet? I'm a spoiled wife with child. BTW, George is kicking all the time. Must be all the good food.
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