I had quite a negative day at work.

It was one of those days where you listened to this song, and sang all the curse words really loud 

(why does saying “90’s b***” feel so good?)

I was feeling pretty bad. Unlike my usual cure for a bad work day, which includes a combination of vent/yelling to my poor sean-eating a huge bowl of pasta-cleaning-watching america’s next top model-crying-yoga then a final snooze to kick it in the balls, I instead coped with visitors from Colorado. 

We ate good food

Talked

Laughed

And i fell asleep with a full stomach and a smile on my face.

that was the best remedy for my soul.