How Stella Got Her Groove Back

Holy, it was one of those days. "Spiders in the bathtub" kind of day.

I wake up from a two hour nap, and was in no mood to make dinner. I call Kevin looking for an out--he didn't give me one. Fine, I'll make dinner.

I'm all set to make chicken curry; I cut up all the chicken just to find that I don't have any curry powder. F word.

Call Kevin and lament that there is no curry in the house. I grab a box of macaroni and cheese out of the cupboard. Super fix Lees. Unfortunately, when I drained the water, I dumped half of the macaroni in the sink. F word.

Call Kevin and tell him I'm losing it. Plz pick up Taco Bell on the way home. A bean burrito without onions plz. He brings it home, and my burrito is riddled with onions. F word.

Have lost it. I need chocolate and there isn't any in the house. I told him not to go back to the store, but he insists (love it). Got to love a man who makes emergency chocolate runs.

Guess what he brought me? Cadbury Mini Eggs--in January. He's a flippin miracle worker. Half hour later I was all pacified in a hot bath, chocolate ingested.

Happiness!