Yesterday was a big sports day. Rangers (DH's team), Yankees vs Red Sox (also DH's team), the Derby and of course, the fight.
We went to a party to see the derby and then the fight. I have to say the fight was a complete waste of an hour of my life.
Right now I'm hanging out on the sofa watching CBS Sunday Morning (Sunday morning ritual) and DH is making pancakes.
Have a good Sunday.
Small vent - we have lived her for over a year. How the fuck does DH not remember where shit lives? He just looked at every cabinet looking for the griddler plates. Dude, they have ALWAYS been in the same location. I swear he thinks I move them around or something. Silly boy.
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