He is an angel.

Today was chalked up to one where I just want to smash everyone. Stomp their guts out. I have these kinds of days, regularly. Accompanied by an intense craving for chocolate, beer, and a tub of Advil. But alas, I am woman. But I would be WOMAN on a Rampage, but for him.

I stomped around, freaking out, throwing crap and cussing out every inanimate object in my path this morning... so he found my skirt and shoes, and calmed me down. I cursed my self out in the mirror for "stupid" hair and facial features a frog would be ashamed of... and he grabbed my hand, and said "Stop, you are just feeling blue...you are beautiful." (he's a lawyer, so a trained liar)

Two emails today while I am screaming at everyone in my way, one asking how I am, the other saying "it'll pass, it's just a bad day. love you" DELETED first one, second one made me stop and think.

Court ran late today, was in there till 6:30, I had promised yesterday to stop by Target and get some necessities on my way home. But totally bailed on this since it was a crap day. when I get home, dishes are done, dinner of steak and grilled vegies ready, chilled Portland brew, and a awesome brownie await me.

The part that makes me want to cry out of unworthiness: this is no surprise, it is not unexpected or shocking. This is him.

I am so not worthy. I am blessed though, and this post serves as my outlet so I don't just crash and cry. PMS is a crazy thing, but he is always an angel.

PS Did I mention he bought me an IPOD mini this weekend? Just because!