Best Ever

I have to preface this by noting that J was in Manhattan all day at meetings yesterday and didn't even have a chance to look at a computer. Yet, when I got home, he had a wonderful surprise waiting:

Ha! My non-buying-socks streak continues. Also: best husband ever. (Maybe asking for socks instead of Coach bags and diamonds makes me the best wife ever. [Not that I have anything against Coach bags. Or diamonds for that matter.])

We made a pasta salad that called for fresh sage, and let me tell you: fresh sage is some intense shit. I started picking it off after awhile because it was, like, burning my brain.

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