Yesterday my husband went to the gym. Me, myself, and I sat down with a bowl of homemade buffalo dip (because who EVEN am I if I’m not eating buffalo dip after the kids go to bed) and I watched the Good Doctor.
I cried like a baby watching the newest episode. It was like the Kim K dumping the Hump (pun intended) ugly cry-face. While I was crying though, I was also laughing at myself because at that moment of grand emotion, my husband walked in from the gym.
There I was, ugly cry-face and buffalo dip in hand…busted. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself, and to no avail my husband asked, “Is there any more dip for me?” …nope.
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