So . . . my week was no good. My husband was gone for two days. I was sick for four days. My supervisor was out for five days, and I had to do his job and my job and someone else's (don't get me started). I was only noticed at work when I did something wrong, and no one ever mentioned any of the many more things that I did right. It was just no good.
The only bright point was that Jeff's best friend, Chinh Nguyen, was here for the week, but I didn't get to enjoy that too much, because I was so stressed and sick.
When I came home today though, I found this . . .