The Best:
I got home before my husband, and I used the time well. I cleaned up the kitchen with minimal resentment, and I made dinner for us both.
The Worst:
I fretted like crazy that I beat him home. I kept envisioning him dead or arrested, and I hated it.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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