Anyway, that and writing that really ansty chapter last night and I guess I looked in need of cheering up. My husband, who like all men can be a jerk or a saint, definatly scores points in the saint column today. He left just before lunch, saying he had to run an errand. Two hours later (and I was thinking things much nastier than jerk) he walked in the door with two dozen lavender roses. He handed them to me, gave me a hug and said 'You just looked a little down the past few days. Hope this helps.'
So here I sit, breathing in the most wonderful scent ever and looking at my roses. Guess it's been a pretty good week after all.