I'm really tired. Have I mentioned that?
This morning I got so frustrated that I punched a fridge. The rest of the day I was in a surprisingly good mood.
I suggested to Chris that I just punch a fridge every day, and he was like, "No you might hurt your hand." And I thought that was really sweet. Except in the next breath he said, "Then you can't jerk my gherkin." There we go, that's the Chris we know and love.
Off to a gluten-filled evening for a birthday party. I hope I can stay awake.
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