Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Lunch dates

My husband met me outside of the office and we went to the nearest grocery store where we each got a sandwich and coke. We then sat outside on a bench, ate our lunch and laughed at the pigeons flicking breadcrumbs at each other. When my lunch break was over, he kissed me and wished me to "Have a good little afternoon".

That, my friends, is what I call perfection.

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