earthbelow | Because my life is still pretty good. And sometimes funny.

Yesterday, just because I was feeling bad, Andrew brought me beautiful flowers. Then he told me to put his meat in my mouth*.

Both made me feel better.

*Yes, dear reader, I'm actually referring to a slice of bacon. And to the fact that between the both of us, we have the sophistication and maturity of a ten-year-old**.

**I can't resist adding: his meat was delicious and hot and I loved it. What? It was.