LOVE THIS CHALLENGE! Ty JUGs!
Spousal Unit, Psych Meds and Gravy
“Wait!” I called.
He stopped, foot in mid air.
“Put everything on the plate I like except for the gravy. Put it in the little plastic bowl and set it on the plate.”
As if he could outrun the crazy.
“Saran wrap,” I yelled “not foil! You know he doesn’t like foil!”
Yes. You're right. He was back.
In short, I was free.
But last night, he stole back into my life. Quietly. Then, he waited. If there's irony to be had, he'll wait for it. And irony, there was. It was the font. That's right, the font, appropriately named Minion Pro-515.
And that, my friends, is what led me all the way back to the beginning of this ridiculously detailed post.
Well...once again...You're welcome.
It's also a choice between a meltdown or gravy. And I think we know the outcome of that. Gravy can soothe most any heart, mind and soul.