Friday, April 3, 2009

You know how some days just suck? Not small time little things suck. But great big ole, nasty-ass, just shy of a dead grandmother and/or favorite pet kind of suck? That would be today. Beginning with my raging case of PMS, escalating somewhere around the time an oil tankard full of gasoline rolled over on I-395 shutting down 5 miles of highway for hours and possibly even days, and culminating with John and me snapping at one another every 10 minutes, apologizing, making up, then doing it all over again. And again. And yet again. Oh. And the rain. Lots of rain.

However, I made a most excellent peach cobbler. It tasted more like a peach bread pudding. All rich and gooey.

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