I like me better when I rememember to take care of me. Yesterday we were a little late getting out of the house (I blame the sex and the movie). As a result our hectic schedule had to be trimmed of a few activities. We never did make it to the Eatons Centre, or have dinner ( Read more... )

This is the beginning of my Birthday Week. Birthday Week is a tradition Mr. Pugh and I have whereby we begin celebrating about a week in advance, culminating in the actual birthday itself, which for me is Friday. Friday is also my wedding anniversary. Peter took my shift at work, although in exchange he has requested a bucket of blood, two ( Read more... )