Scott and I went to dinner last night. I had decided I was done with the day around 3:50pm and would no longer be doing anything productive from my to-do list.
Some days are just that way. It had started out decent, but somewhere between changing my sheets and needing celery to start dinner prep I threw in the towel and succumbed to frustration.
Fortunately for me, Scott was ready, willing and able to toss the remainder of his day and take me to an early dinner. A bottle of wine, a fabulous meal and the most delicious butterscotch pudding later, I had a whole new attitude.
Funny how a little refreshment for the soul can turn things around.
