A Sad Day

This evening, Steve went to the store to pick up a few things while I snoozed on the couch and recovered from my day.

And he came home with pink roses and Girl Scout cookies for me.

I thought it was because I'd been having such a crappy week. So sweet.
But no.

He asked if I'd heard any Seahawks news today. Um, no, I hadn't.
Why?


Grant Wistrom was released.
*sniff*

Grant's my boy. I love Grant.
And now he's gone.

Oh well, my man loves me. It's all good.