Getting past the morning

Sometimes you have to get past a little unpleasantness at the start of the day and move on. This morning Andy came into “my” kitchen (where I was cooking breakfast), turned my French toast, and reheated my bacon in the microwave. I thought he was ruining it, but in fact I had undercooked the bacon, and the French toast was tough. So it’s just one meal out of life and it’s just a few minutes of arguing over whose kitchen it is and who’s a control freak. Then you have to get back to the business of living life and loving each other.







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