I had a terrible day yesterday, and of course, complained about it to J.
He showed up at my door later that evening with french bread, a wheel of brie, and an armful of avocados. Sweet boy. :)
He didn’t cringe when I asked him to use the brie and bread to make me a grilled cheese sandwich. He hesitated, but only briefly, when I asked him to make it for me wearing nothing but my adorable blue and white gingham apron.
The grilled cheese made me happy, the apron ruffles made me giggle, and watching him walk around bare-assed while I thought about all of the terrible things I’d do to him later made me feel better. There’s nothing like grilled cheese and a perfect bottom to take your mind off your troubles.
Well done, boy. :)