Last week was kind of a rough one for me. I wasn’t sleeping well and I had the blues. At times like that I want to retreat and be away from everyone and everything. I put on a happy face around people, but it exhausts me to fake it. Luckily Husby gets it when I’m like that. He knows conversing with me won’t be particularly engaging or entertaining, so he pretty much leaves me alone to work my way through the bad patch. As much as I wanted to be completely isolated I was so grateful he was my friend, because one day he gave me this:
Kisses don’t always cure the blues, but chocolate always makes me smile.
Auntie B's Wax 