This morning I got out of bed around 4:00 to drink a large glass of water and take a tylenol.
How I missed the wonderful, awesome, beautiful surprise waiting for me in the kitchen when I staggered through the door last night, I'll never know...
But there is something really awesome about coming home from the bar half-cut to a clean, sparkling kitchen. A clean sparkling kitchen you did not clean yourself. Especially when you've made a giant, spaghetti-sauced mess of it and tend to lie on the floor and whine about how much you hate cleaning the kitchen.
Thanks, Gary! I knew there was a reason I'm planning on keeping you.