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Tonight I cooked dinner angrily.  I was in such a bad mood all day.  I'm having one of those days where you're pissed at the world so you come home and yell at your husband for no reason.

I think he sensed this, because he came home with that bottle of wine you see in the above photo.  That was not for cooking.

I may or may not have gotten completely sloshed.  Then I may or may not have cried in Mike's arms because Gloria is growing too quickly.  "Soon there aren't going to be any baby feet in our house!!  How am I going to live without baby feet??  I love baby feet!"  He's really glad he brought me home that wine.

But after a bottle of wine and playing with G-money, I feel a lot better.

Also, a shout-out to my coworker for making me a Barbie cake for my birthday.  Thank you so much, Brabra.

It's so beautiful, I can't stop staring at it.  I'm *this* close to sending you drunken text messages professing my love for both you and your baking.