Today was supremely domestic, and what's behind the cut will prove it.
I am hitting the hay early tonight. Sleep, I love you.
Dude, even the view from the Jack-in-the-Box drive thru is kinda awesome.
A driving school. I am seriously amused.
Payday means... Target run!
Yet somehow, despite all the food we bought at Target, this became our dinner.
We decided it was a Dr. Horrible kinda night.
And I decided it was a Peet's kinda night. (I decide that almost every night.)