Relative to other people’s really bad days, I know mine wasn’t anything to write home about, but I have a newsletter now so anything is worth writing home about. Compared to my average day, today was bullshit. I spent the whole day putting out a work fire, while simultaneously sneaking looks at my phone for updates from my aunt and uncle about being evacuated in Los Angeles because of a real fire.
I cried 3 separate times today — 2 out of complete overwhelm and 1 out of heart-bursting joy (will explain that one at the end). Near the end of my day’s rope, I picked Kris up from the airport. I hadn’t cracked a smile in a hot minute before she walked up to my car with a cupcake and Christmas cookie, “to cheer you up!”
I have this really annoying habit of trying to skip dinner when I’m upset, but Kristina will not allow it. The whole ride home, she pitched different ideas even though she’d already eaten:
Her: what about a cute burger spot?
Her: I’ll make you a grilled cheese!
Me: no thanks, I’m just gonna drop you off and go home. Don’t wanna bum you out.
Fast forward 30 minutes — I’m zoning out as she flips my 2nd avocado grilled cheese, which is normally the best meal in her wheelhouse. Tonight, she burned the bread… bad. Hilariously bad. So bad, I needed proof: