I got into a disagreement with my employer yesterday. We decided we do not speak the same language and made a pact to try to “hear” each other more clearly. But by the time I left for the day I was very irritated and drove straight to the grocery store before heading home. I am usually not one to eat my way through frustrations, but I didn’t want to walk in the front door and head straight to the liquor cabinet either. Lesser of two evils?
My snacking choices included Lay’s regular potato chips, Lays’ Sour Cream and cheddar potato chips, a two pack of giant Slim Jim’s and a package of America’s favorite cookie: Oreo’s.
Crabby face me lugs my bags in the front door and there, sitting at the dining table with a complete meal hot and plated, sat my smiling Hubby. Now that is what I call comforting.
Thanks babe, once again.