last week I felt and looked like holy hell. I was missing adult conversation that didn't involve sleep schedules, poop or that was conducted over two screaming boys. i was snappy and irritable and justified to be so. i practically wept when nelson suggested we go out together sans the brothers cuellar. by the time 6 p.m. Friday showed up, i practically pushed nelson out the front door and galloped over his body. it was only two hours but we laughed about nothing, drank a few happy hour drinks, ate sushi (!!!) and just stared at the chopsticks on the table, they never became drum sticks. Glorious I tell you.
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