Gregg came home the other day and saw this on the counter. He ooooed and ahhhed over why the "basket of love" was out. Have I mentioned the way to Gregg's heart is through his stomach??
No such luck for Gregg that day. A neighbor had come over to borrow brown sugar and in pure Tracy-fashion (yes, sometimes I refer to myself in 3rd person), I didn't put it right up and it sat on the counter for who knows how long.
Not to worry about Gregg though. I made him an apple pie yesterday. And he made me chili. Aren't we a pair?
Just out of curiousity, what is in YOUR basket of love? Might not be the G-rated version as it is over here...
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