After getting a pot roast in the oven, Meg picked up where she left off in their bedroom. She'd cleaned the bathroom and was currently dragging off the dirty sheets to put clean ones on. They were light pink but hopefully Sam wouldn't notice too much. She couldn't help it if they only had two sets of sheets.

She was grinning, though, because the ( Read more... )

Up early, Meg started on some laundry before she settled in the kitchen to make breakfast. She got the coffee going first and spent the next half hour frying sausage, scrambling eggs, and making waffles. She was pretty sure her breakfast would rival that of Der Waffle Haus. And she wanted Sam to have a good breakfast when he woke up. She even ( Read more... )

Meg was kind of pissed. Gun safety classes consisted of Deputy Cortez and herself. And the officer apparently decided self-defense lessons went hand in hand with the course. Looking in the mirror, she leaned forward and studied her busted lip. It was split pretty good but no damn way was she taking herself to the clinic. That woman was either  ( Read more... )

Sprawled on her tummy on their bed, Meg flipped through Vogue, catching up on the latest fashion and staring at all the pretty people. She'd lost every bit of her baby weight and might be just a bit lighter than she was. Eating hadn't been priority there for a while but she was working on it.

Music was playing and it was going to be a lazy, comfy ( Read more... )

Meg was actually feeling pretty good today. She'd started cleaning the moment she got out of bed and now, around lunchtime, she sat to leaf through the newspaper. She probably needed to work more than just once a week, so she was checking out the help wanted category.

She thought of going to see Piper and Matthew later. But... maybe tomorrow.

Today ( Read more... )