Today was one of those days when the stresses of home selling/temporary rental finding/new house hunting just got to be too much. Tempers flared, stress levels rose, and sighs were heavy and exaggerated.
Then this afternoon My Man suggested a nice dinner out. I suspected I was being buttered up, but really, why stay pissed when there is good food and cocktails involved? Nothing like some surf and turf with a couple of cocktails to reset your mood meter back to happy.
All the house bullshit will have to wait until tomorrow…My Man and I are sharing some dessert.