How Sweet it is to be Loved by Me.
Today I bought the husband a book on my way home. They didn’t have the one I originally wanted to buy, some book about or at least centering around the Voynich Manuscript I’ve been hearing so damn much about lately, so I had to find something else. But I think I made a good choice there.
He also got his music book today. The one that I ordered like three months ago, but never got here, until my second email in which I was pretty clear about my disappointment. Now it’s here, so all is good and the husband is happy. Twice.
Because I’m a good wife. That’s what I like to think.