Okay, that's fake enthusiasm.
Mondays kind of blow.
Monday nights, however, aren't too bad.
Gossip Girl. Lie to Me. Big Bang Theory (even the reruns are awesome).
What's more, I even found a little scrappy time tonight:
The title comes from a William Carlos Williams poem of the same name:
This Is Just to SayI have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe iceboxand whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfastForgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold
So of course I needed to write my own "notes" to my husband. They aren't apologies or plum-related at all. They're actually more like thank-you notes and declarations of his all-around awesomeness.
Here's to a happier Tuesday!