“You’re so annoying.” “And you, dear husband, are getting angry-face carrots from now on.” Figures it would take the threat of losing them to realize how much I enjoyed my happy fucking lunch. It always made me feel things to think of my husband working that tiny press with those big hands just to brighten my day. Of course, I loved it when he did other things with those big hands, too. But those carrots certainly made the list.
