Lunch of Champions

Sometimes I get a little dramatic... especially at work... especially when I'm bored... and especially when I'm feeling crappy.

Sometimes I send texts like this to Chad while he's in class:

"I'm dying. Let's skip school and work and go snuggle and watch TV and sleep and eat donuts."

Sometimes he plays along and says he'll come pick me up, or ask me what's wrong (hello? I'm at work), and sometimes he'll bring me this:

Because there's really no better pick me up than redbull and donuts. And that's why my husband is the best.