Last night, I baked something to take to work for a birthday. I tried something new: Nutella-filled chocolate cupcakes.
They were really good! I mean, seriously…how can you go wrong when Nutella is involved? 
After work today, I finally used the massage gift certificate that RH got me after he rammed my car into a concrete pole. Really! We were in a parking garage, and he was pulling into a spot next to one of those concrete supports. When I saw him headed for the pole, I threw my hands up and said, “Babe, watch out!” But he didn’t stop…and proceeded to run right into it. I sat there stunned for a moment, and then I started cracking up. I think my calm reaction to his gaffe made him think all kinds of lovey thoughts. Later that evening, a gift certificate for a one-hour massage showed up in my inbox.
I enjoyed my massage tonight, and I returned home to an evening to myself. RH is out on what I like to call a “man date” (just for the record, he hates it when I say that)—he’s having dinner with an old friend. So I get to catch up on all the TV shows that he hates to watch, like “So You Think You Can Dance”, which always makes me vow to (a) start going to dance classes again and (b) work out like mad and stick to salads for dinner so I can look like those hot 20-something dancer girls.
I don’t think Nutella-filled cupcakes are going to get me there, huh?
Oh well. Life is short.
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