Despite cheerful blog-rhetoric that might lead one to think that pie-anxiety is my biggest problem, it's been a very difficult week -- couple of weeks, in fact. G is the one person who's kept me sane in a morass of work, school and family-related stress. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say that about half an hour ago my husband came home with these in his arms. For me. Why? Just because, he said. Just because you've been having a rough patch lately. Just because I love you.
Sure. Of course I burst into tears -- what then? Well, then he ran out to pick up the dry-cleaning before the shop closed. Yes, I know. And I guess I just thought the rest of the world should know as well.