He's The Man

i realize, once again, that my lack of photography skills is not doing this picture any justice, so suffice it to say, this is the result of the adorable one's prowess at scrubbing our once quite disgusto refrigerator into sparkley submission. and this probably seems like another post exulting the greatness of the cutest one on the planet, namely my hubby.

and you would be right. but seriously, can you blame me? i mean, how often does your significant other do wonders with what was previously a hideous embarrassment? i'm counting my blessings people. especially since the freaking new antidepressent is not seemingly working and i'm an awfully, horrid, double the hideousness crabball of epic proportions. yup, i'm positively dreadful.

and in other cooking news, i forgot to save the two ladels of pasta water, so my penne with vodka sauce turned out gummy, dammit. i swear, i need a culinary intervention. so i made a batch of the old standby, tuna salad for lunches this week, okay dinner. and i've got a william-sonoma chili recipe burbling away in the crockpot. it smells good, but smells, as i've learned, can be quite deceiving.

i need some cheering, so i'm going to stiff arm the adorable one into going for ice cream and perhaps a kohl's or taget expedition. after all, a gal needs new undies and a look-see at a new comforter every now and then.